I am enjoying my new found freedom so I drove over to Sandness to see how the boys were getting on.  Upon opening the car door at home, Loki hopped in leaving BeAnne speechless with rage.  She went back indoors and sulked.  So I left her there and off we drove together.

There is a good pile of grass in the new field and the ponies are all doing their level best to make a clean plate.

This is Charles Buttons Esq’s mad face.

Andy, his older brother, is more sardonic.  This is his “been there, seen it, but my little brother is an idiot” sort of face.

IndyPingPong and Hammy are at the other end of the field. There are still obvious factions.

I think Hammy is as tall as Indy is wide.  I need to measure them.

So, having seen the boys, I made a very rash decision – to go to the beach to for a potter.  I love Sandness beach.  Loki and I were the only ones there and it was cold, the sea was roaring and the light magical.

Loki’s behaviour was surprisingly exemplary.  This is not his first time on the beach and we usually resort to putting him on a lead when he tests all the boundaries and our nerves.  Everytime he looked towards the sand dunes, I called him down and that was all we needed.  He even came back to me when asked.  He seemed far more connected and focussed.

On the way back, he left the beach before me and I wondered whether that was him gone, but no, there he was waiting for me by my little car.

I am sure we were being watched.

I feel we have turned a corner.  Next, to work on Her Maj’s Olympic style sulking.  She is not the forgiving type and no doubt I will be sulked at until formal apologies have been made.  At present, she is lying under my desk sleeping resentfully at me.

(some photos on the way home)