The wind has finally stopped blowing and the rain has abated too.  Bliss.

So Floss and I went for a walk.  We took Haakon…..

Iacs (do him good)…..

Klængur, BeAnne, ‘Bert, ‘Ster and Lambie. I think that was all of us.

The Boyzens were happy to follow after us.

Haakon, of course, led the way.

(I love this photo! – my two preciousnesses ❤️ together)

Sometimes we had to wait for the stragglers.  I think someone had recently gritted the road and sheep love the taste of whatever they put down).

And on we forged ….

… with occasional breaks for thistle-eating.

So important. I am sure they are good horses.  They seem to love them and search them out, even the old dried flower heads.

And then we all turned round and went home again.

BeAnne kept the stragglers motivated. Sort of.

It was lovely going out with Haakon.  I have missed this so much.

Sometimes we let Haakon and Iacs do their own thing……

Though, on retrospect, I am not sure if that was wise! It all went a bit Jungle Book elephants.

However, everyone was surprisingly good about not treading on BeAnne, which seemed to be her main aim throughout most of the walk.

At the end we diverted into the hill and put the boys back into their regular field, Clothie.

What a perfect way to spend the afternoon.  Lovely.

Yesterday afternoon, we found Iacs colicking in the stable.  We immediately called the vet.

While she was on her way, I walked him round the school, letting him roll if he wanted to and felt utterly helpless.  He looked awful and was obviously in a lot of pain.

The vet was brilliant. She gave him intravenous injections (hefty painkillers and anti-spasmodic, I think) plus a rectal examination and said let’s wait and see.  So that’s what we did, interspersed with regular 20 minute walks every 2 hours before midnight.  Iacs appeared to perk up at 20.00 and the plan was that at midnight, we would talk again.

By midnight, Iacs was rolling again and definitely very miserable.  But he had done a poo….. his first. It could’ve been leftover from the rectal examination, or things were beginning to work again.  We decided, despite the endless rolling, we would see how he was in the morning.

So it was with huge trepidation and relief, that I came out to find Iacs still with us and looking like he hadn’t rolled for a while.

But best of all, he was eating. Yesterday he refused everything, even spat out a carrot – unheard of.

So I talked to the vet again and she said he could not have real food (ie haynet and hardfeed) yet but could have what was around the place.  He was not impressed as everyone else tucked into their rations.

I also wormed him – and the others, just in case.

Later on in the day, we came out with carrots and that was the game changer!  One happy little smiling Iacs.

Haakon was on standby for carrot-eating, as was Klaengur.

A good support team.

I asked Floss to give Iacs a hug and he hated it which was when we realised he was definitely feeling better. He is not a huggy horse.

So we have been popping in and out all day checking and worrying about the Silly-Frilly.

Floss has been brilliant. She was up all night walking Iacs around the school and letting me grab some sleep.

Daisy comes home next weekend and keeping her informed was awful.

This afternoon the sun shone and they had a nice rest.

I pray we are over the worst now.  I realise we are not out of the woods, though.

As I type, they are tucking into a very-difficult-to-get-at hay-nets.

You have no idea how relieved we are. I prayed to every deity I could think of and possibly even sold what’s left of my soul as well.

Everything crossed for Iacs, please.  We need him. xxx

With all this wind (and rain/sleet/snow/shitery), I decided to go for a leisurely drive this afternoon around the west side of Shetland looking for waves to photograph.

This winter has got to me. I am feeling totally scunnered with it.  I don’t have any actual riding time for my horses and yes, I have an indoor school but it is too noisy and Klængur is a great tripper in there. When he trips, he jars my back and makes me scared.  Excuses, excuses, I know but there you are.  That’s me at the moment.

So, feeling the effects of cabin fever, I had some me-time and went out.

Feeling rather curmudgeonly, I instantly cheered when I saw the oystercatchers (shalders – Shetland dialect) in the Minions’ summer field.  This is a direct sign that somewhere in the dim distance Spring is finally on its way.  Come on Spring.  Keep going. Don’t give up!

Poor little buggers. They are probably regretting their holiday choice already.  Tis a day of shite.

Sorry for miserable blog – rather going thru’ it today and had enough. Someone please tell it to stop.  We’ve all had enough.

There is no other words for today other than utter Hell.

It has been beyond vile.  We know this because Floss and I got caught in a vicious hail-storm and were thrown against the car by the full blast of the Force 11 wind with added frozen peas-sized hail being sand-blasted at us.  It was one step too far for me.

Anyway, this morning we ducked and dived around this weather onslaught, grabbing the calmer times when we could.

The boys spied us and ran into the stable.  We split a bale of hay between them and left them to it for 7 hours.  They are now back out feeling full.

The girls were fed behind the derelict house.  It was more sheltered there.

They were at that stage when they couldn’t think straight.  I hate that so I pushed Hetja through the gap and Lilja followed.

Sóley ate in the gap. It offered a bit of shelter.

Meanwhile, the clouds gathered and we have another 24 hours plus of this so I spent the afternoon putting stuff on Ebay – My Ebay stuff link – please spread the word if you know anyone who would like any of it.

Well, you are all probably well aware of my unhealthy if tenacious obsession with the weather and today has been absolutely no exception.

One second, it is tolerably nice and then the next it is shitting down quantities of hail or sleet or snow with a good icey gale as well. That wind-chill factor is vicious.

Anyway, we managed to feed everyone without bringing them in (our aim in life at the moment) but this afternoon, it was like the Apocalypse outside.

I felt awful for my chaps as we have so little grass about and so Floss and I donned our waterproofs, rushed outside, filled all the haynets again and tied them to the gates.

No one needed asking twice.

They all visibly brightened, which cheered me up too.

And so I can sleep in my bed tonight knowing the horses have had double rations today.

Meanwhile, inside, BeAnne was wandering around in a dither (until I put on her shirt of thunder) with the word “Princess” written on a very fetching pink bandana!

She was looking miserable because I had also brushed her!