Floss and I went to see the Old Men this afternoon.  We took BeAnne, obviously on a lead as a) it’s lambing and b) she is blind as a bat.  Floss took carrots. I carried my big camera.

We (as in Daisy – I kept saying I would do it and then forgetting!) moved the three horses over to Clothie, my five acre croft, a few days ago.

Once safely in the field, we released BeAnne. These days she is too fat to escape through the fence and she knows this croft very well.  Keeping a slight eye on her, we left her to enjoy herself.

Meanwhile, the horses quickly sussed that Floss had carrots.

She was not leaving their sight.

I had asked her to walk right into the centre of the field to keep them away from BeAnne.

While I trust these horses 100% with Her Maj, she can’t see them very well and accidents can happen.

Anywho, there was enthusiasm and Iacs even trotted with happiness, throwing in a small buck which I totally failed to capture.

Klængur preferred the more sedate approach of “you may bring the carrots to me”, so of course Flossie did and everyone got their fair share.

BeAnne had a lovely potter around.

If I say it once, I will say it again – that coat is a ruddy godsend!

Klængur looked wonderful against the grey sky.  I have missed riding him much more than I thought I would.  He will get his shoes back on the middle of this month when the farrier comes.  We took them off because of the nasty injury he gave himself.

I am really looking forward to going out for our rides.  I miss the fun and I think he does too.

Little Maggie is now spending her time away from the flock – there was a brief moment when she joined them down in the field (my heart lept with happiness) but now she spends all her time by herself, and sometimes comfortable with the horses.

We let her do this, not forcing her to be with the others, if that is her choice. To keep her calm and happy is all that she needs plus at least four meals a day!

The vet visited us yesterday (‘Bert and ‘Madge are lame plus a BeAnne check up as well as Lambie’s wool-eating thing) and in his words “she is due any day now”.

Today, Maggie said she wanted to be with her hill-sheep friends and we were torn as to letting her go or not.  In the end I decided on not.  At least if she is here, if she gets into any trouble, we can quickly call for help.  The others are steering well clear, so perhaps they know something too.  The hill sheep are popping out their lambs while we drive past so we are all on Maggie Watch.

In other news, the primroses are coming out in their masses.

And Lambie was officially diagnosed as having a “behavioural problem”. Typical Lambie. I give up.

I know I don’t work at an actual money-making job but occasionally it is lovely to have a day off from my life.

So, Daisy, Floss and I (with masks on and hand sanitiser at every step) went to town.  Floss had an appointment, so we used this as our excuse.

First we “did the Street”.

I popped into the Jamieson’s wool shop where my Heartfelt sheeple abide in their field and checked on their progress.  Apparently the little ones are very popular so I shall keep making them.  The croft house was cute (not mine) too.

We had a delicious lunch – my treat for all the hard work and help this winter.  They’ve both been brilliant in all weathers, never failing or giving up.

And while Floss was at her appointment, Daisy and I continued our saunter in the afternoon sun.  We saw Tommy, a local celebrity, who was sunning himself in the window of SpecSavers.

He is such a dude and everyone loves him.

He even has his own Facebook page. I always think he looks tiny compared with one huge Monster we know and love.

We supported our local shops as much as was financially possible and then wended our way home.

Sometimes it is good to have a day off from everything and everyone.  I don’t realise the stress we are all constantly under with Her Maj until we leave it behind for a few hours.  Meanwhile, BeAnne had a fabulous time with OH and Monster who attended to her every whim, and even went on a little walk together accompanied by a horse (Efstur, of course!)

Anyone remember Monster or Poods as Daisy calls him (and she has reliably informed me of the correct spelling)?

Well, today he was very long.  Even elongated across the floor.

And looking particularly magnificent.  We don’t use the word “fat” in this house.

I worked out last night, when we were discussing the “magnificence”, that Poods cons out of someone at least 5 meals a day!

The schedule goes like this:-

• Breakfast when OH gets up.
• A lunchtime snack to inspire BeAnne to eat her medication – “ham day, ham day, Oh my goodness, it’s ham day” (all together now, please sing with us!)
• Tea – supposedly 5 p.m. but OH usually gives in at about 3.40!  Poods is very persistent to the point of annoying.
• Supper before he goes to bed at midnight.
• And lastly there is his middle-of-the-night snack from his special timer foodbowl – and he will wake you if the bowl doesn’t work!

Five meals a day usually silences the world’s largest white cat and he has a strontium atomic clock located in his stomach from which the world sets the time.

Some might say Poods has us all very well trained.

And I think they could be right!

While feeding Vitamin and Fivla, I looked behind me to see this pocket-sized tyrant looking particularly magnificent.

I think he means business – dear little Newt!  He is starting to lose his mad-yak look and soon he will be a racehorse.  Personally, I favour his yak phase.  The sleek shiny racehorse is never that convincing.

Anywho, an uneventful day taking wee-dog on the slowest walk in the world, feeding barging pregnant sheep every minute (it feels like it – she eats for Britain, but I seem to remember Edna was like this).

And then some friends popped by this afternoon and we dutifully (and lawfully) sat outside wearing many layers, drinking tea to keep the hypothermia at bay while I looked at their fabulous state-of-the-art camera and all its lenses.

And I was allowed a little play with it too.

Oh my word – ok, I had it on automatic but even so, it was a very nice camera indeed.

It felt “right”, if you know what I mean.  If I had this camera, I might even read the manual!

Dammit, it started to rain so I did a couple more shots and handed the camera back to its hovering, and possibly anxious, owner as I had my feet in the stream!)

I have a few more cameras to try and then I shall see what I think. It has to be right.  Now, if only I had some good subjects to photograph……