We all survived last night’s storm (Storm Floris) without casualties, either animal or building. It can’t have been pleasant for anyone outside – torrential rain, thunder rumbling and an unforgiving northerly wind but at least it was fairly warm.  Earlier, when I checked on everyone, making sure they were in their correct fields, put out haynets for those sheltering in the containers, it was midgey as hell outside.  The calm before the storm.  Two hours later, the world was crashing around us with a continuous Force 11 (74-82 mph, 119-133 km/h).

Little Miss Pepperpot is 100% well now. I have no idea what is going on.  You would never know she had a limp on any foot.  I think she should still have her x-ray, though.  I am swithering on this.

She spent most of her afternoon under my shed growling at someone. I have no idea who is living under there.

This is currently her favourite sport and, as long as I know where she is, I don’t mind.  She has never caught anything under there so I think they are fairly safe.

The stream flooded the field at both ends so I could only poo-pick this afternoon on one side.  I couldn’t get across but Pepper did, which just proves how well she is feeling.

She has a good leap on her fired by her Patterdale terrier determination.

It’s going to be pretty windy all week but I will try and stay strong on the haynet front.  My rule is the Shetland ponies only get hay if it is raining a lot as well.  Otherwise, I tell myself that they won’t blow away.

Yesterday Pepper was fine.  She had four legs that all worked relatively fine (though there is still a smidge of a hint of her old limping injury – nothing I can put my finger on, but she’s not 100% sound when I look at her walking around the croft).

Last night we went out for a lovely supper with friends, leaving the dogs happily sleeping in the sitting-room as is our usual going-away routine, only to come home to find Pepper walking on three legs.   Again.  Same leg.  Same sort of hoppity walk.  She was non-weight bearing, in no pain, but not using her four legs.

So today, Pepper is on bedrest.  No walks, no going outside except for the basics.  I also gave her painkillers.

I made an appointment with the vet for an x-ray on Friday and we can hopefully get to the bottom of what is really going on with her paw.

It is a complete mystery.

We have no idea what this limp is from and during the day it suddenly almost miraculously vanished.

And now I can’t remember if it is Pepper’s left or right front paw and which one it was last time.  She is a little conundrum wrapped in an enigma with more than a hint of wicked!

There is something very satisfying about listening to Shetland ponies eat celery leaves – not dissimilar to ducks running over wet concrete in terms of sound fulfilment.  The opposite of this is someone standing over me eating a banana – they have to die!

Anyway, turn up the volume if you want to listen to the crunching.

Happy little ponies.  Later there was not a scrap of evidence anywhere.

Scattered around Shetland, mostly near places of residence, are these small walled round enclosures (sometimes they can be square) called planticrubs.

I have four directly behind my house and Clothie (my separate five acre croft) in the open hill (scattald).  These planticrubs are all fairly close to each other but the walls are broken in places.  They don’t have any door-ways so I guess folk would scramble over the walls to get in.

They are very old and originally built for growing young kale and cabbage plants, protecting them from the harsh Shetland wind before planting them out.  That makes sense.  You can see the higher level of earth inside so it would make an excellent planting place – beautifully sheltered.

Apparently, and I did not know this, Shetland kale/cabbage is the oldest known Scottish local vegetable variety. It has been grown on Shetland since at least the 17th Century.

(I am not a fan in any form).

These days, the sheep use them for shelter in winter jumping over the now rumbled dry-stone walls while the immense bunny population make their homes in the soft peaty earth inside.  The dogs love investigating them.  I often wonder how old these planticrubs are and to which croft they belonged.  I find local history fascinating.

I spent my day sorting fleece, having a lovely lunch and starting to transcribe a journal.  This means putting Aunt Kate’s diaries on the back-burner for a little while as this is a real job.

Then, to get some exercise, a change of scenery and some air, I put on my Marigolds (rubber gloves) and grabbed my trusty bucket to go round the track picking up poo.  Although it is not the best job in the world, I actually don’t mind it as I plug myself into a good audiobook and off I go happy in my own little world.

At the end of the track, I found all the Shetland ponies.

I had a quick chat with each one.

Newt was in a mood so I didn’t really bother with him and thought him rude as he walked off in a huff taking Silver with him.  I think they are all a bit peeved with me as it rained solidly last night and I didn’t give them any hay, just a huge bag of celery tops from Turriefield.  Ingrates.  They spent their night sulking in their containers because apparently I don’t care.

Also, I’ve taken on board what everyone has said about Family Duck and I think they are staying in their enclosure until either a) more even smaller ducklings appear needing this or b) they are big enough to be released to join the others without fear of being eaten by anyone.

Monster is not my greatest fear but he too does have a penchant for poultry.  Not a fan of fish, though.