Floss and I were sat in the Minion field this morning and of course were dutifully mugged with those that wanted hugs.

I was taking a few snaps with my phone when I managed to press the wrong button and suddenly found I was taking photos of myself, well Albie really attacking me from behind.

(I had words with Albie about those teeth).  Wicked boy.

So then I thought why not – I never take photos of myself and I quickly saw that the hatband had to go.

And here you are, this is me, once hatband off. A very rare photo.

Silver wanted in on the selfies too.

It was not an easy task, I can tell you.

But there were rewards (note-to-self – must keep finger out of lens).

And some look nicer than others.  Little Albernon was being very “loving”.

So there you go – some exceedingly rare photos indeed.  Enjoy x

The girls and I go out first thing this morning to do our chores, which we divide fairly:-

• put sheep flock in their field and give them brekkie (TurmerAid and a smidge of food)
• feed Lambie separately as he is speshul
• feed the old Icelandic horse men the last of a hoof supplement plus their TurmerAid, and check fill their water
• feed the ducks and hens, including one nesting duck who has her own private pile and clean water
• sweep out the puddles into the drains to keep the sand in the indoor school from getting saturated
• refill and/or clean water buckets in holding paddock
• look for small Patterdale terrier who has taken the opportunity to bugger off looking for rabbitses
• remove cat from every shed
• check every shed for cat and/or dog, neither of whom can be seen
• return sheep flock to their field after they have discovered the hole in the fence and come back to mooch around the front door, all swearing to a sheep that they haven’t had breakfast and oooh, is that a ginger biscuit?

After the chores, I went with my camera to try and capture just how beautiful everything was, while the girls went in for their breakfast.  The rain/mist/haar/drizzle had left water droplets on the wild flowers and grass and, as the light changed, it glittered like expensive jewellery, which I totally failed to capture with my camera.  Still, I tried.

And this was in our garden.

At least the midges didn’t arrive, so that was a plus.

Today has not been a brilliant day.

It has rained consistently and is very miserable outside. I was going to ride my horses but we postponed for tomorrow.

Poor BeAnne has not been feeling her best either and so I wanted her to be warm, calm and sleep.  I am a great believer in the theory that sleep is when your body heals.

I had rearranged my shed yesterday when I was given some valuable advice – my plants needed more light.  They are now in front of the big window.

And my work-table is to the side.

It took a little getting used to but BeAnne still has her special place and that is all that matters.

So while she slept, I made a sheeple to add to the collection.  He is ‘Bert.

Despite looking rather serious, ‘Bert has a kind (and honest) face!

And then Her Maj woke up (after a good 3 hour snooze) and told me we could go back to the house now.  So I packed away my work tools and wool and we went indoors whereupon BeAnne ate a big tea with very little encouragement, and then the cat’s as well.  Good girl.

Not much to write today. Daisy and I trimmed and rasped Minion feet all morning – today it was Newt and Silver’s turn.  I forgot to take photos of us being hassled by small “helpers”.

And then as it was Sunday afternoon, I went on a Sunday afternoon drive.  Not far, though – I wanted to photograph the roadside flowers.  What with this lockdown, the verges have not been cut and it is lovely.  Happy bees too.

This is someone’s allocated peat bank with the last of this winter’s peat having been cut. Once dried out, the peat will be taken home, stacked, stored and used when needed.

On my meander, I found the water lilies were out in a few of the lochs.  I have a real thing for water lilies. I love them.

However, the light was not good – it has rained on and off all day – so I drove home and walked over to see the old men, or rather the rotund old men.

Who are you calling rotund?

No one wanted to talk – just eat.  The wild flowers are amazing in their field.  I am not riding Klængur as often as I want to as his back feet are unshod (farrier next week) so I don’t want him to be sore.

Haakon is on a day off today.

Mr Bimble!

So that’s me for today.  Sorry it is a boring blog but that’s the way it is some days. My life is not full of excitement and actually that’s fine by me!

I spend most afternoons in my little shed.  Sometimes I have visitors.

And sometimes Monster can leave his sofa.  Not often, though.

And lately, because tis the season, I have visitors who want to show me that I probably hadn’t noticed that they had been missing all morning a-hunting the bunny rabbitses that call to them!

I am not cross. Just pleased BeAnne is living a happy life.

Currently my animation table is set up for plants. I found a bag full of different old seed packets and decided to plant the lot out in seperate seed trays to see what happened.  Half, so far, have sprouted.

I also have two tomato plants which are still alive (for me, this is considered a miracle).  I am not, however, holding my breath on actually seeing a real tomato.

I also am having a shot at hydroponics with a variegated Tradescantia.  I did originally have a repotted aloe vera plants hanging from the ceiling in jam-jars (similar to the hydroponic set-up to look at but with earth) but the cup-hooks were not strong enough and one dropped on my head so I took the rest down before I suffered concussion.

My gardening is based on luck rather than judgement and possibly, in retrospect, some bad decisions!

Anyway, life goes on.  I continue to love weird and wonderful tea and drink copious amounts in the afternoon (possibly while fending off rogue jam jars with aloe vera).

And I still make sheep just in case because you never know, life may go back to normal one day.