We were fog-bound this morning so we all decided to take the dogs for a walk on our local sandy beach.  A change from the usual plod around our fields.

We were the only ones there. We had the beach to ourselves.  Wonderful.

The dogs loved it.  They had such fun and that was good to watch.

They even did as they were told!   Who knew?

Lots of adventuring.

I rescued the crab and made sure it went back into the water.

And then we drove back home into the fog again.

Tomorrow is the Eurovision Song Contest, so guess who came home?

Yup, Daisy and…

Flossie.  Everyone is very happy.

We also have visitors from America staying who we are indoctrinating into the ways of Eurovision (whether they like it or not – luckily they like it, I think or are very polite).

After a fabulous Devonshire Cream Tea kindly created and brought by friends, we went for a little walk to get some fresh air.

I think Vitamin has forgiven me for trying to put her a rug on her yesterday.

We talked to all the ponies and then moved onto the sheep.  Lambie was very happy his BFF was home.

I’m not gonna lie, but he never is as happy when I’m around.  Chopped liver.

I’m not speaking to Vitamin.

It is going to rain all night and she won’t let me put her rainsheet on.  The one she’s worn all winter without any fuss at all.

I tried very hard to catch her but she was having none of it – too busy running away from me.

And she knew exactly what she was doing.  It was a game to her and she didn’t care.

I had put Fivla’s rug on beforehand, which actually is the more necessary as these days Fivla feels the cold and hates rain.

At one stage, I stupidly put Vitamin’s rug on the ground so I could approach the old bat without her rug.  A rookie mistake.  Albie and Waffle started “helping”.  *** sigh ***. Once I had gone back to extracate the rug from Waffle’s teeth, Vitamin was long gone.

Usually, I just put the rug on and I don’t need a headcollar to catch anyone.  The old ladies are used my routine and are very patient while I do up all the straps and buckles.

So Vitamin knew exactly what I wanted to do.

However, I did manage to drape her rug on but, nope, Vitamin was off.

And, as none of the straps were done up, the rug fell off and Vitamin galloped away bare nekkid again.

I think everyone was just in a silly mood.

And despite telling myself I would not give up because I hate giving up, I swiftly realised I was not going to win this battle and gave up.

So I went and told Fivla that I loved her most and she was happy with this.

Sometimes Vitamin can be a right old cowbag – Vitamoobag then.  Still, I thought to myself, she did move very well for an old pony of 30 – as I watched her disappear into the distance, rugless.

All the animals had their breakfast and were in the fields I wanted them to be in for the day, so I made a dash into town (Lerwick) for some last minute messages.  The Eurovision Song Contest is on Saturday so I need to be prepared.

I popped into Jamieson’s Knitwear and topped up the sheep field.  I was slightly disappointed to see that my “Lambie” Lamb (far right with the black blob on his back) made with the last of his fleece has not sold.  I might have to take him back.  He is special.

But the Street was busy, which was good to see.

There was a small-ish cruise ship in. Just the one, today – the M.S. Fridtjhof Nansen – a fully hybrid ship, apparently one of the most environmentally friendly ships in the world.  And lots of folk wandering around in red jackets.

I hope the visitors appreciated just how beautiful and unique Lerwick is.

And back home, by early afternoon, to make more sheep in the hope that someone might one day buy one and take it travelling too.

A little known fact – Lambie has to sit in old bonfires.  It’s his thing.

When he was younger, he did exactly the same thing but that one was still warm, so he sported a singed wool look for a while, which was a bit different.  This bonfire, hopefully, is not hot enough to do that.

But yet Lambie insists on sitting in the old bonfire.  I guess it’s because he can.  I don’t know.  I did ask him.

And Lambie seemed very happy.  OH said that maybe the bonfire was still warm but I doubt that as it we built it last week.  Daisy wrote, when I sent her the photo, and I quote “It’s as if a woolly asteroid hit the earth”.

Mummy’s little woolly asteroid it is then.

Even I think this is strange!

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