Floss and I have tackled everyone and everything today, trying to do most of it before the torrential rain that appeared after lunch.

First, I got ‘Bert into the stable, caught him (twice) and pulled his errant horn off.  I could see he was very vexed with his head on the floor, slowly losing his mind with the aggravation and possible pain.  Anyway, he is much happier now. The leftover stump bled profusely and I sprayed it with purple spray (antibacterial spray).  We are all much relieved the horn has gone.

Next up were the Minions.  We wiped Sudocrem (a water-repellent, protective, antibacterial, antifungal emollient with a weak anesthetic) all over any sunburnt irritated noseys and kissed the rest. I had missed my wicked little boys.

Then off to catch Brá who had taken herself to live over the burn (stream) by herself.  She was a good girl, led nicely, jumped the burn and I put her into a small paddock as I needed to catch her later and take her to the farrier for an emergency hoof trim.  The farrier was excellent and said there was no sign of laminitis so that was another huge relief.

And I think Brá has lost weight.  I really do.  She still has a way to go but there is definitely less of her.

Back at home, I went and looked at the chaps.  Floss kindly caught Hjalti and I did his nosey with the Sudocrem as well as Hetja, his Mum (sorry, camera was left in the car by then). Sóley the Foalie has grown and clearly adores Flossie.  She has forgotten all about me so tomorrow we will renew our acquaintance.

And, good new.  My luggage might appear tonight!  Phew.  And breathe.

I am finally home having finally completed The Return Trip from Hell.

At every point of the journey, from British Airways delaying the flight, changing their minds, me running for the gate, being told my luggage remained in Gatwick, receiving different stories from BA re luggage, etc, I am now sitting in my shed with Lambie and BeAnne.

Luckily, and only because I had some kind of premonition, I packed my Sheeple in my hand luggage. Even if my luggage never appears, at least I haven’t lost my hard work.

As I write, Lambie is in a bit of a state and is now fast asleep at my feet. He hates flies and I think has been plagued by them today.  Poor Lamb is exhausted.  I shall find some soothing music for him and give him some TurmerAid to calm everything down.

BeAnne, on the other paw, is thrilled with my arrival and apparently has spent the week down a rabbit hole, coming home only for supper and a daily bath (though you can’t tell it by her greasy whiskers). I think everyone is a bit fed up with Her Maj by the way they talk about her exploits.

Anyway, it is a billion degrees cooller than in Englandshire and I am heartily grateful for that.  I do not do sun and extreme temperature very well. It has been a lovely week spent with my mother but after the Trip from Hell, I am very pleased to be home safely, even without my luggage.  However, I am optimistic it may appear at some stage.

And this is the last of my foxy films, which I took this morning – he had the last of the Chappie and Mum’s stinky Camembert!  I think he was waiting for me to arrive.

(I secretly wish I could’ve brought him home with me, though I think everyone else would be very unimpressed!)

No words. I’m feeling smug.

The war of Frances versus the tablet and peecee is nearly won. Home to Shetland tomorrow.

Edited to say über smug now. I’ve just taken this film having put out some Chappie with added Mum’s stinky Camembert!

I am currently mid row with my Mother’s Samsung tablet and her aged peecee. They will barely talk to each other.  Tasked with getting the “favourite” photos off the ruddy tablet and onto a USB flash drive, I feel like this small chick on the edge of the dam.  It is a daunting task.

With only 1,674 photos to look through while looking for their identical “favourite” twin, I then drag and drop it onto the flash drive.  There is no favourite folder anywhere. Believe me I have looked.

So, just don’t talk to me. I will do it. I may be some time because I have to take the USB drive home with me.

On a good note, though, I almost saw a fox and am going to set out food tomorrow and see what I can film. I think the Gods owe me an all-singing, all-dancing performing wild fox for this.

And back to the computer I go.

Every morning Mum and I walk Teddy on the golf course that surrounds her house.  She has their permission.

We like to walk before the golfers get there so are up and out by 07:00 (not my normal waking hour but it has to be done for Teddy’s sake and I like to keep Mum company).

He loves it racing all over the place obediently returning for calorific gratitude.

It was a soggy but beautiful early morning walk.

The rest of the day has been spent researching my never-ending family tree that I have been working on for many years. I usually spend the dark nights of winter adding to it but Mum has many family photos and recently put together a photo album labelled 1860 – 1960.

I was fascinated and found this superb invitation.

Mr and Mrs (Philip and Lucy) Boyd are my great-great grandparents.  Charles Green was an illustrator for Charles Dickens and friends/associate of Lucy’s brother, Fred Barnard, who was also an illustrator for Dickens.

This is Philip (they loved dressing up for the camera).

His wife, Lucy.

And her brother, Fred, dressed up as Henry Irving playing Hamlet.

And this is Charlecote, the house which had just been built. I guess it was being duly warmed with a party!  All fascinating and wonderful to piece this history together.

And I made this little chap today.  Sheep Number 4.