After Minioning (yes, it is now a verb as in to Minion), Daisy and I took Efstur and Dreki for a walk.

I think what surprised me most was that Efstur was deemed to be the “grown-up” in this!  Pahahahahaha!

Sing:
♬”We’re all going to die, we’re all going to die,
(altogether now), we’re all going to die!”♬

Seeing the “Outside World” is an essential part of training.  Daisy led Dreki!

While I drew the short straw, Efstur.

Daisy and Dreki forged forwards.

Efstur and I mooched around at the back.  Efstur was resentful that his Daisy was now with Dreki.  He watched.

Onto the road and Daisy allowed Dreki to look, get his head around and think about everything.

Dreki has never left his field or his herd so this was all new.

Who knew?

Efstur knew and managed a bijoux spook at a land drain that is going to get him, apparently.  We laugh in the face of danger, I told him.

They were both very good boys and, when we met the post van, they behaved beautifully.

On the homeward stretch now.

A quick stop-off to look at the fishing net that goes over the bin-bags on a Thursday. It has muchos potential for worry, Haakon will tell you.  It probably eats Icelandic horses too.

But Dreki was more interested in our signpost.

Efstur and I walk faster than Dreki who was busy enjoying his freedom.

Another quick stop-off to examine our mail.

And then buckets to say well done.

So that was that.  The big bad world has been done – tick!

Who would’ve thunk Efstur would be the grown-up?  I am still laughing about that!

The view from my bedroom window this morning.  So much daylight and so much potential.

Minions fed and checked – ✔️
Dreki ridden – ✔️

Pendleton shirt collection (my Spring and Summer wardrobe) washed and ready to wear – ✔️
Icelandic/Norwegian sweaters washed and ready to go back into storage away from moths – ✔️

Maggie – ✔️ often.

The others (running when I called them) – ✔️

Awww…. Lambie, all bunchy!

And now sulky.  A sheep of many moods.

Edna and Madge looking very good considering this time last year…..

After taking BeAnne for the World’s slowest afternoon stroll, I went back to sit with the sheep. ‘Bert was my best friend. Such a dude.

Taktur bored of being beautiful.

And, again, Maggie – all by herself. She mostly is at the moment. I wonder if that will change.  I am not pushing anything. This is all on her terms.

But she doesn’t seem to mind so I let her do what she wants and she comes when she’s called.

And yes, there is food involved.  She loves her grub. Like Edna, she is on two meals a day. Edna is not prepared to give this up (ever) and Maggie thinks it’s great too.

Sheep can count.

I sat down and Maggie sat down.  I wonder what colour her lamb will be – my money is on a black ram lamb…. I am beginning to get excited.

From not much, now so much is going on.

Everyone fed.

Everyone checked.

Every nose kissed.

No one was left out (Waffle is around the corner!)

And then I went to town to get my last jag – Covid vaccination…..

My hair cut (it needed doing and I am very happy now).  A short sharp bob.

I also managed some lovely “window” shopping looking at gas cookers (down to two working rings now, grrr) and cameras (mine has a grinding noise while spitting out unhelpful error messages).

Some luxurious but unmentionable fish and chips – tell no one as the family is always jealous.  They were utterly delicious!

But, best of all, time to myself.  It was heaven.

And then back to my life with shorter hair and feeling much more ready to take on the world!  Bring it on.

Edited to add:  Daisy and Monster took BeAnne for a lovely walk xx

I have been wondering if the wild primroses that grow on either side of the burn (stream) which runs through the fields are blooming yet.

And they are just beginning!

Happy days indeed.

This is one of my favourite spots.

And, yes, of course, Maggie came too because she has to go everywhere I go.  We seem to be attached.  Possibly forever.

I love the primroses.

The ultimate sign that Spring is now well and truly springing.

We had a false start, and then those dreadful blizzards, but I am convinced we are back on track again.  The days are warmer.

This also means we will soon be meeting whoever Maggie is cooking.  My money is on a little black lamb (a boy).  Oooh!

‘Bert and ‘Ster were around too.  Happily eating.

‘Ster came to talk to me.

He is so handsome.

Both sides.

I left Maggie with the boys, hopeful she would stay with them.  I would love her to be a sheep rather than someone-attached-to-a-person.

Yup, she followed me home!

Well, writing it all down yesterday helped me gain perspective with BeAnne and where we are with her.  Thank you also for your kind comments and advice.  That helped hugely too.  It is lovely to have such supportive readers.  I don’t feel alone.

Anywho, today I took your counsel and put Her Maj on the extendable lead. Off we set on our walk in the field to visit the bunny rabbitses in their homes but this time we had company.

BeAnne was quite pleased to know Monster was with us.

Quite, not very. Just quite – that needs to be mentioned.

She had a good time finding things to investigate.

And Monster joined in as well.  He was very much part of this walk.

We reached our destination – a huge bank where the rabbits live.  BeAnne knew.  In her youth, this was a much-loved hunting ground and she would often disappear for a surreptitious little dig during the day.

I let BeAnne do what she wanted, but this time without any potential for escape.

Monster politely sat on a rock and waited.

When BeAnne had had enough, she said “let’s go home now”.

And so we did just that.  It was a very nice little walk, this time with no raised voices, worry and shredded nerves.

Weather-permitting, we shall do more of this.  It was good for us all.