I have a new job.  Ok, not a paid one but an essential one.

When Mum died, I took all the family photos in various shoe-boxes back to Shetland.  I realised that I am probably the only person who mostly knows who is who (though, my cousin might too).  So I have taken it upon myself to try and write on the back of every photograph for identification purposes.

These memories are part of my Great-Great Aunt Kate’s diaries and there is nothing better than an old photograph with the characters identified.  Otherwise it is worthless to everyone and rather annoying.

Anyway, I may be some time – I have suitcases full of photos!  So, so many.

Other than that and everything else, while writing on the back of photos, I heard a loan whinny from the next door paddock.

So I popped my head outside my shed and saw Iacs by himself.  He has a bad habit of losing his herd and then coming to ask for help.

Armed with an old dog-lead which I wrapped around his neck, I led him to find his friends.

They weren’t far away, but they weren’t helpful either.  Some might say they were hiding very quietly.

There was a small reminder about their responsibilities and Care in the Community.

And I left them all together to get on with grazing.

Obviously, I had company, which is always lovely.

Once back inside, and everyone was in a very silly mood.

Now, back to labelling the back of old photos…… I may be some time.