A day of frustration.  I am writing today’s blog on my iPad.

Last night I changed my remembrance poppy photo Facebook banner to a photo of Newt, Waffle and Storm playing that I had found in my FB photo pile.

The picture received many “Likes” and much admiration.  Apparently it should be for sale.

Well, it could, if I had the original!

Bugger, bugger, bugger.

I deleted it a few months back when I had a panic attack on how little space there was on my laptop.  How could I be so stupid?  I am never throwing anything away ever again.

So, I have spent the day searching for the photo. I know where it appears on the blog so I know vaguely when I took it.

Can I find it?  No.  I have spent the whole day looking for it.

I have now resorted to buying a photo recovery scanning software which resulted in some chap somewhere (hopefully their legit customer service) having to remote access my hard disk to create and save a disk image.  Once done then I will then scan that. And maybe, just maybe, find the illusive photo.

Meanwhile, while I am searching, here is some music.  Of course I know want this photo more than anything.

Yesterday afternoon was beautiful.  Cold but beautiful.  BeAnne and I went into the horses’ field and sat down on a comfortable  bum-shaped rock.

Then the boys came over to talk.

First there was Efstur

And his best friend, Dreki.  These days they are a couple.

Kappi came over for a chat too.

Hjalti preferred to look over my shoulder.

And that is Klaengur’s red nosey on the left.  So I was definitely surrounded.

It was one of those special calm moments when everyone just stood and chatted nicely.

This was because BeAnne, my loyal stalwart, remained en guarde by my feet.  She let everyone know what behaviour was acceptable in her eyes.  A few noseys were bounced at.  The boys know the rules.

The sun was setting and the fantastic light was fading fast.  It was also getting fairly nippy too.

I shall remember that afternoon.  It was perfect – watching the sun go down with my friends.

When you are all having a rest and no one is judging.

Your feeling fat and pregnant (except for Lilja).

And your daughter looks like a super-model.

But you manage a close-up and making sure you have a fat friend standing behind but in shot.

And you know it is all really in the lighting.

Some of us are unimpressed especially at being called The Fat Friend.

Really?  Fat?

Ha ha ha.

Girlfriend, you should look in the mirror.

Just because she thinks she is boss. I’ll show her.

Did you just stick your tongue out behind my back?  Did you? I know you did. Don’t think I don’t.

Those old wimmin are funny.

Yesterday morning a van and trailer with the builder.

And then some more help.

My she-shed/studio/wee nook is being built.

I am very excited.  Progress is happening.

Meanwhile the Boyzenberries were almost hysterical with all the activity.   One thing I have learned this weekend is that sheep hate change.

To quote Sheldon from BBT “Change is never fine. They say it is, but it’s not.”  That’s exactly how the Boyzens were about yesterday’s van, trailer and new folk so I let them (the sheep, not the men) out to go into the hill to get over themselves.

They quickly vanished coming home only in the afternoon when all was quiet again.

Today I put the Boyzens in their field which they quickly objected to as I managed to shut the gate before they realised and ran out again.  It seemed for the best.

This is my shed, so far, today.  Exciting times ahead.

While it was being built, I went into my makeshift studio/stable and put together this little creation.

Floss and I drove over to check on our Icelandic lady-herd.  These ladies are looking good and happily eating down their field.  We will move them over to Leradale in a few weeks once they have made a clean plate of this park.

Floss had two carrots each in her pockets ready to be distributed to the always-grateful.

Afterwards, we grabbed a big bucket of little carrots (we had to hide them from the ladies) that had been generously donated for distribution to the Minions.

No one needed asking twice if they liked little carrots.

Floss threw them everywhere for equal shares all round.

And they were quickly snaffled up with few arguments.

In fact, some needed convincing that the bucket was truly empty.

It had to be checked by everyone because you never know.  There might just be that teensy-tiny carrot in the corner that was missed.

In the end, fed up of being mugged, Floss gave them the bucket to examine for themselves.

The ponies were all in very good spirits and looking happy, fat and furry.  No worries there.  Always good.