My house around 1920 “after the new felt roof was put on“.

And this photo was taken before 1970.  I was told that the extension was added in 1948 after the new byre was built in 1947 to replace one at the end of the house.  The porch was then altered later.  A superb dry-stone dyke around a kale yard and haystacks.

So today I tried to reproduce the photo.  I need to try again and get the angle right. I can see now where I went wrong.

But isn’t it fascinating?  Not much change really to the basic properties except for the addition of the “big shed”.

After I had been faffing about trying to find the right angle to take the photo, I sat in the field and enjoyed the wonderful sunshine.

This is to the right of the haystacks.

Bluebells in the old kale yard.

And then I went and had a chat with Missy.

She jumped all over me and was in a fine mood. Eventually, Edna called her away as she couldn’t keep an eye on her darling daughter.

Well, I will just put this out here first because I can – with my brave pants on, I rode (or ridded) my horse, Klængur, and it was lovely.   Daisy gave me a fantastic lesson in the school and we walked and tolted happily around together.  So that’s me back in the saddle hopefully with my confidence back.

In other news, Little Missy is now possibly known as Big Missy.

Still enchanting, obviously.

But an independent lamb, nonetheless. She has a huge crush on her Nuncles who are surprisingly very tolerant of her.  She uses them for her parkour workout every evening.

She is certainly a girl on a mission.

And she hassles Edna, her Mum, often.

Edna is the best Mum in the world and she puts up with a lot.

Once fed, off she goes again to look for a new adventure and/or sheep to hassle.

It was big sister’s turn next.  Missy worships her sister, Madge.

So they are a happy little sheepie flock now.

The day after the farrier left us, having trimmed Klængur’s hooves, I began to wish that I had asked him to put his front horseshoes back on so I could start riding again.  And then of course Klængur looked wonky for a while as well so there wasn’t much I could do anyway.

So, as another farrier was visiting the island, I asked him to come and put fronts back on Klængur, having “trotted” (or whatever gait) him up first.

Still not wearing my brave pants and I am never good riding in the indoor school (I spook before the horse does), I asked Daisy to ride my horse to see how sound he was under saddle and with his new shoes.

(the statutory carrot for standing still while mounting)

Daisy took it slowly to start with, riding Klængur on a long rein.

Once she felt confident Klængur felt sound, she took up the reins and it was very nice to see Klængur relax happily back into work.

Then she changed gear and they tölted merrily around the school together.

Reward = a nice stretch.

And then a quick tölt on the other rein.

Nothing too strenuous and Klængur obviously enjoyed being ridden. Daisy said he felt happy and relaxed so really there is nothing stopping me now.

I don’t know how I’ve managed to talk myself out of riding.  I will put my brave pants on tomorrow.

Today was a brushing day.  I have decided to brush one pony a day.  Nothing huge – just manes and tails plus anything that offends.

We could only find one useful brush, so while I was doing this, I asked Floss to talk to Sóley and see what sort of mood she was in.  We haven’t done anything with Little Miss Sulky (Sóley not Flossie!) since the great loading battle a few weeks ago.

Brushing out the winter tangles of Fivla’s mane, I looked behind me to see that not only had Floss been talking to Sóley, but she had put a headcollar on and they were going off for a walk around the field.  Progress, I thought.

Of course with Lilja in tow.

This was a huge achievement and well done Flossie.  I went back to my brushing.

Eventually they came back.

All smiles.

As Albie was in the queue hopping up and down to be brushed, I asked Floss to go around the field again. So they did.

This is Albie’s queueing face –  “Me, pick me, do me next!”

After Albie, Floss and I both had a go at Newt who was also hanging around.

So that was a good morning’s work.  I am very pleased with the progress Flossie made with Little Miss Sulky Sóley and Fivla looked beautiful again.

Never fed.

Nobody cares.

No one loves him.

She has everything – so unfair.

Back to him….

Life has no meaning.

He sits and waits.

And still nothing.

Oooh….. tea!