Why does Klængur do this?

It’s his thing.  First he eats his food and then he picks up his bucket and waves it around the place.

Most odd.  No one else does but him.  Always.  Anyway, we went for a lovely ride, very fast now we have four feet shod.  And then we rode the oldies and went very fast all over again.  Obviously it was a speedy day.

In the afternoon, I popped over to my neighbour to pick gooseberries and blackcurrants.

They grow in a square walled garden in the middle of her pony field and sensibly my neighbour had put nets over the fruit bushes early on so there was plenty to pick.

Afterwards, we sat outside, had a cup of tea and looked at the lovely croft.

There is a sundial that needs re-setting.

It is truly a beautiful place.

The an old water-mill.

We also went and picked the wild mint that grows by the stream. It makes the best tea.

This burn starts in the hill (Stourbrough) behind us and then trickles down through Thordale and then down through this one (Finniegert) ending up shortly at the sea.  We had lots of rain last night so it was fairly high.

Finniegert is a old place – there are fiddle tunes about it too by a previous resident, Peter Fraser.  He wrote The Burn o’ Finnigirt, the Hill o’ Finnigirt, the Yard o’ Finnigirt, Da muckle reel o’ Finniegirt……

A good day doing nice stuff.

Visitors are rare these days but when we do see folk, everyone likes to join in.

Today Helen came to see our set up.  Based in Yell, Helen is recreating Viking life – she makes those beautiful rugs out of sheep fleece, (Instagram: @hart_of_shetland) I showed you a few weeks back.  She took away ‘Bert and ‘Ster’s fleeces……. I am so excited.

Anyway, first I introduced Helen to the Sheeple but forgot to take my camera.  And then the Icelandic horses.  A huge success.

Haakon and Iacs did come over for a frisking.

I explained about the unique traits of the Icelandic horse and Iacs showed off his “prehistoric” pliohippus stripes.

Then we drove over to meet the Minions.

And Newt was very taken with our visitor.

Dammit: I forgot to say that Newt real name is “Viking” – this is most definitely an omen.

And Helen’s beautiful necklace.

He so wanted the necklace.

And then Albie wanted it too.

Waffle was next in line in the wanting of the necklace.

And in there is our visitor, apparently.

I think she had a nice time.

And it was lovely to meet Helen and to show her our way of life too (and thank you so much for the wonderfully sticky gooey chocccy cake and essential dog treats).  Come again!

It has taken me two whole days to set up a MacBook Air (not mine sadly) and get it to talk to a printer, wirelessly.  I don’t want to discuss it but suffice it to say it now works.

It has also been no weather for riding either and I haven’t had time to take my camera out and about with me because I haven’t been out and about.  If I get given a task, I cannot deviate or do anything else until it is complete.

In the meantime, Daisy has taken these photos on her travels, which are enchanting in their own right.

She found BeAnne and Mr Ducky-Wucky together under the horsevan.

When Daisy was checking the Minions, she found a small hippo was living in the field.

Luckily for Daisy the small hippo ignored her and continued eating.

Vampire cat or Monster. You decide.

I am off to sit in a dark room now.  Tomorrow is another day.

Sometimes, just sometimes, a small little Patterdale terrier who is used to “hearing her own voices” (as my neighbour used to say about her) will come when she is called.  It is fairly rare, though.

But when she hears my voice, there is such lovely enthusiasm.

As well as marvellous ears doing their own thing!

Missy is another.  She is obedient (again, when she wants to) and also now a not-so-little lamb.

A girl on a mission.

And she always has a purpose – doesn’t she look grown up these days.

Kappi will arrive if he thinks there is a calorific involvement.  He is very food motivated (especially for Krispy Kreme doughnuts when on the oval track – well, we all are!)

Efstur just likes attention.  He pops up everywhere and has a beautiful smile with dishy eyes.

Lambie will come when he’s called. He galumphs to me, usually with ‘Bert and ‘Ster in tow.

The Winning Smile will appear if he thinks I have biccies about my person.

A lack of biccies can result in him following me home until I give in, find a packet and fairly distribute.

So be careful who you shout for, because someone might turn up demanding rewards!

There will be no more carrots and/or snacks for the Minions in the foreseeable future.

From henceforth just low calorie hugs ….

…. and calorie-free kisses.

Grass only.

Yes, these are the new Minion Rules.

People are not to be munched.

and noses will obviously be tickled.

And diversions do not mean anyone can go through pocketses!

Or hair. There is no food in hair!

Thems are the new Rules and they will be abided by at all times, please.

Ok, pretty please xx

I am not hopeful.