We have rain for possibly the rest of our lives now.  It has been forecast.  So dreary.

Having donned full waterproofs, BeAnne and I walked up the hill so we could both snuff up some fresh air and she could feel the wind in her whiskers.

Afterwards we took to my shed and, while Her Maj had a rest, I listened to Hercule Poirot solving an immense crime and made a sheeple to add to my small collection.

A grey Shetland body, stubby legs with a white wool fleece and rather long lugs!

He joined his friends.

While BeAnne continued to sleep, I watered my plants and encouraged those that were making an effort, to keep on growing – my ginger and my turmeric roots are trying. I am pleased with them.

And I am less pleased with these. Pathetic.

I have many Aloe Vera, who like my shed and grows like Topsy.

Anyway, you can tell it’s raining because I am reduced to taking photos of Monster!

Expect more because I don’t think it is going to stop raining for the foreseeable.

Anyone know this castle/ruin?  I found the watercolour in Aunt Kate’s papers.  I would love to know where it is.

I continue transcribing Aunt Kate’s diaries – I am on 1915 now and we are in the middle of the First World War. I also have some of her sketch books and family photo albums so am scanning them and inserting them into the relevant diary.  It is fascinating.  I am hopeful that Kate will mention sketching a castle ruin by a river somewhere.

For fun, I rode Haakon this afternoon in the school.  It was nice to be just him and me again.  Like old times.  We had some great conversations.

When I put him back in his field, he popped back to tell me that he wanted more carrots.

He had seen me go and find some for this ginger ninja (I love Klængur’s most hopeful face!)

While they were munching, BeAnne and I wandered about the garden looking for the last flowers.

We have a few Rosa rugosa ‘Alba’ flowers clinging on.

Monbretia (crocosmia x crocosmiiflora) is everywhere too.  According to “Gardener’s World” apparently it is a “troublesome hybrid”.  I am just grateful for the flowers.

Our garden is full of autumn colour.  This is my favourite time of year.  I always say that.

This week for BeAnne has been down and and then a bit up.  Last weekend, she started hefty diuretics which resulted in wet bed, wet floor, wet everything but good news, the fluid on her lungs went. She must’ve pee’ed it out.

Her Maj was very unhappy and unwell and I started her on CBD oil because we had run out of options. It did help her mentally, but also gave her diarrhoea.  On Tuesday I phoned the vet with an update and admitted to the CBD oil.  She wanted bloods so we could have a better idea of what was going on.  We did that and the results were terrible – kidneys bad and liver function off the chart.

But the vet had a case conference with the head of practice and they decided we had been here before and come back from it so there was a chance.  They changed BeAnne’s meds.

And things have been much better.  Now she has a combined heart/diuretic, alternate days of steroids, the cbd oil – the lactulose is reduced (or stopped) and stopped the antibiotics. Things are on a more even keel now and yesterday was a good day – she spent it barking at all intruders (imaginary or real) and stealing cat food.

I left Her Maj outside pottering around the croft while I went to check on the Minions.

Note the abandoned pond!  Bar-steward ducky-wuckies.

After lunch, we went for a nice little walk into the hill.

BeAnne was running about properly.

She enjoyed sniffing for pesky bunny rabitses.

So we have a bit of normal life back and that is a huge bonus.

A friend asked me how BeAnne was getting on and I burst into tears and couldn’t talk about it. I can’t without feeling sick and crying.  I hadn’t realised how much pressure this is putting on us but I just can’t get my head around the alternative.  As long as BeAnne is enjoying life, we still keep on going because it is all I can cling to (and now I’m crying all over again).

A lovely huge rainbow appeared this morning while I was feeding the ducks, hens and sheep.  I rushed inside to find my camera only to find the rainbow had diminished to this by the time I came out again.  Still, it was fairly good. I do like a rainbow.

After breakfast, I said I wanted to move the duck pond and re-gravel the bit up to the school as the ducks are making it very slippy for both people and horses and it will only be a matter of time before I end up on my arse.

The pond was moved and refilled and the ducks are now being lured to go near it again.  They are always very resentful of change and now mooch about in their usual place looking furious.  I will feed them in the mornings near their pond and hope they get used to it, get over themselves and go for a swim.  The new place is much better.

After lunch, I rode Klængur in the school. Recently I’ve noticed he is lacking basic good manners and schooling. Daisy gave me a lesson and then, as we were whizzing around totally out of control, she asked if she could get on. I did not say no.

And then Daisy, of course, got him going very nicely.

When she offered to regularly school Klængur for me, I definitely didn’t say no!

On my way back with Klængur to his field (I told him, as he couldn’t be nice, he would have to deal with Daisy – so another resentful animal), I saw these very pretty duck feathers.

So, that’s me and that’s hopefully Klængur sorted in the next few weeks.

Lilja is truly stunning.

She followed me back to the gate after I had checked, fed, kissed, hugged and did it all at least three times again, everyone else in her field.

So, to thank her for her true devotion, I took some photos of her uphill while I stood in a ditch.  Whatever it takes for a good photo.

The view on my way home was dramatic. “Winter is coming” – in my book, it is already here.

Once home, Daisy and I thought we would give the old men a whirl in the indoor school to see what like they were.  We haven’t ridden either of them for a while.  One thing and another – that’s our excuse.

Anywho, Iacs was most keen on this riding idea.

While Haakon feigned mild interest but was then very whizzy once I was onboard.  It was great fun and we all enjoyed ourselves.

Iacs is a glass half full kinda guy!   You can tell.

Monster and Her Maj were also mooching around mouse-hunting.  It was just like old times.