A Bit of Bouncing

We have good days and bad but we still keep going.

When I see BeAnne like this, playing with her family, it helps remind me that our little dog has a huge amount of wanting to live.

Note Monster’s approach to all of this!  Total disdain.

We try and go for a little potter every day. I have learned my lesson and, when outside in the fields, Her Maj is on the extending lead all times.  I let her take me where she wants to go.

Today it was in search of the bunnies! Tis the season.

BeAnne enjoyed herself very much, just sniffing about and pottering slowly.

So, we are still going because that’s what BeAnne wants.  She enjoys her life.

The Chapel of Our Lady

Yesterday, we went to see the King of the Cocos Island’s Shetland home.  Next to the settlement (on the right of the photo) is a small enclosed graveyard that also has a story to tell.

From Ancient Monuments’ webpage:-

There is a tradition that two wealthy sisters founded the chapel, after surviving a storm off the coast of Shetland, during which they vowed to Our Lady that they would erect a church in her honour on the spot at which they were able to land. Our Lady’s Chapel was apparently held in special regard by fisherman and mariners, and by women seeking husbands. It seems to have remained a place of pilgrimage after the Reformation of 1560, which was interpreted by observers as evidence of superstition or idolatry amongst Shetlanders.

There is not much left of Our Lady’s Chapel now – from what I can gather, it is defined by the grassy mound which are the foundations.

By 1878 the Chapel no longer existed but the graveyard is still in use.

We didn’t go in – the gate was not helpful so we just peered over the walls and wondered.

The sheep watched on.

And here is a bit of a Shetland oddity – we saw a large (larger than life) saggy sofa in the middle of a field, made out of (I think) concrete.  It has been there for years and I know nothing about it except that it makes me smile every time I see it!  Most strange.

King of the Cocos Islands

The King of the Cocos Islands came from Shetland!

John Clunies-Ross (1786 – 1854) was a merchant.  In 1813, while he was in Timor (slight left off the top of Darwin and opposite Papua New Guinea), he was offered the chance to captain another ship.  Apparently he cruised around the uninhabited Cocos Islands, surveyed them, nailed up a Union Jack, went back to Shetland for his family and moved in two years later (7,220 miles as the crow flies from island to island. 

There are different versions of this story.  Still, whatever it is, it is fascinating and since then, I have wanted to see the Clunies-Ross home in Shetland for myself.

Today, we had had enough of horses and ponies, so once all chores were done, Daisy and I set off to find the house.

It was a wonderful site with some superb trees all bending the same way – the predominant wind direction.  Shetland trees do that.

A small settlement with many old buildings around a small bay – a fishing station (böds) for landing, drying and curing fish.

The Clunies-Ross were an eminent merchant family who lived at The Haa of Sound – a large two-storey house – just behind the bay.

Some of the buildings attached to the house included a laundry, barn and even a public house.

Next door was an old chapel and graveyard (more on that tomorrow).

We wandered about taking photos. We were the only ones there and the atmosphere was very special.

 

Apologies if there are any duplicated photos. I have got in a muddle and I am using both Daisy and my photos and I don’t know whose took what!

Anywho, that was a lovely afternoon doing something completely different.  More tomorrow.

And apparently the Clunies-Ross family are still on their islands in the sun – I wonder if they ever come back to Shetland to visit their ancestral home?

Clunies-Ross Family – Wikipedia article

 

 

 

Birthday Boy

A certain somebody is having his birthday today.

Six year’s old – who’d of thunk it?

Obviously we made a great fuss.

And he knew it  (and yes, we all sang Happy Birthday because that’s what we do in this family!)

Lambie’s come along way since those early worrying days.

Always gorgeous and very much loved.

Happy Birthday Lambie xxx

Muzzah loves you! ❤️

The Big Outside!

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!