It was a beautiful Shetland autumn day so we went to our favourite beach for a blast on the Old Men.
Klængur was left behind so we put Kappi in with him to keep him company.
He was very pleased about that.
They also had the Boyzens and Girlzens in their field too.
The beach was empty and it was low tide – the perfect set-up.
We unloaded, tacked up and walked down the steep path leading the horses.
Our farrier is aiming to shoe Haakon possibly next year and said it was wise to just potter about with him but, as he is getting through his hoofboots (he dumps his back hooves horribly), I would rather take him to the beach one(ish) a week if we can and see how we go.
This time we had Hekla with us (our neighbour and his mare). Iacs was very taken.
They all to a horse had “thoughts” about the tiny streams that cross the sand. At times we were like the elephants in the Jungle Book when they suddenly stop marching.
But once the horses had got over themselves, we successfully reached the end of the empty beach and turned back to pace, trot, canter, whatever……
It was beautiful, sunny and calm. The waves rippled along the horses legs.
Utterly perfect.
The salt water must be good for Haakon’s hooves. He loves standing in the sea.
We were so happy. I had a huge cheesey grin.
This afternoon was the perfect ride.
Once finished, we packed the horses all up, loaded and drove home.
It doesn’t get any better than today. I want to go back. I am thinking about taking Klængur too. Imagine fast tölt along the beach. Hmmmm!
We have spent today (and most of yesterday) living in thick fog. A right pea souper.
I could barely see the horses.
As we say, “it is nice weather for ducks” though they didn’t look like they were enjoying it much either.
Well, Mr Ducky-Wucky looked utterly miserable and took himself off to bed. The girls seemed a bit happier by comparison.
I am titling this photo “When you try on your mother’s eye-shadow and hope she doesn’t notice!”
Lambie sulked in his field. He and the other Boyzens had escaped earlier into the hill when OH drove off for work. He only came home because ‘Ster and ‘Bert wanted back into the confines and he didn’t want to be by himself.
So, that’s us today. A dreich Shetland day with barely any light and not much good to say about it. I am also feeling very tired from yesterday’s entertainment so having a day off is not a bad thing.
Our farrier, Stephen, visited today to shoe and trim the horses so we quickly dragged him out to see the Minions in their field.
I know, I know, I said I would never mention this again, but…… (yes, there are still rumblings of disbelief and I really want to put the lid on them.)
First, Stephen thoroughly examined Fivla’s hooves, including trimming them to take a closer look. He could smell burning on her hooves.
Then it was Tiddles’ turn.
Again, Tiddles was thoroughly examined.
Ditto.
In Stephen’s professional and qualified opinion, everyone’s hooves showed absolutely no sign of footrot or disease. However, he advised we get Scottish Hydro (island’s electricity supply) to check the two wooden poles that run through the field.
Then home and those that should be shod were.
BeAnne tried hard to commit suicide.
Stephen left us and I phoned the Scottish & Southern Electricity Board. They were very helpful and sent out within the hour their expert.
We all waited with baited breath.
With a high tech stick and a lightbulb on the end, everything was tested and nothing dangerous was found.
The official and professional electricity man’s verdict was “lightning is shit”, ie it does wierd stuff and we are now officially (no, really, this time I mean it – as I can’t think of anyone else to ask now) putting it down to “one of those things” as it was definitely lightning.
It was a nice(ish) afternoon today so Floss and I took the Old Men, Iacs and Haakon, out for a walk.
Klængur had already been out this morning on a fast ride, so he was more than happy to be left behind.
Haakon went along with his nose on the ground.
So I pretty much left him to his own devices.
“Hurry up, Mum!”
Iacs quickly spotted a thistle and began digging.
Ever the comedian!
He does love a thistle.
Then they spotted a previous slurry spred from Klængur’s morning blast.
You can so tell these two Icelandic horses are related.
Cousins, obviously.
Oh yes!
There were many thistles – it was a very slow walk.
Iacs did the thistle face of ow-ow-ow-but-I-love-it!
Haakon ate a few that he liked the look of.
Why do they dig out the middle bit on some? Does it taste sweeter or something? Someone on the internet says “cucumber” and “like burdock root only better”. I am none the wiser.
We met a few cars and duly flung ourselves down the side of the road.
And then Iacs found a lovely patch of his favourite prickly plant and was walking round with it in his mouth like a lollypop!
It was a very peaceful Sunday afternoon stroll with the Old Men.