I really didn’t feel like getting up this morning.

None of us did.  We were all exhausted.

Monster had spent the night alternating between the bed and the floor trying to wake up my OH so he could be fed.  Think Simon’s Cat.  It is uncannily similar!

I think OH and Monster argued all night.  Monster would jump on OH, OH would wake up and put Monster on the floor and Monster would then jump back up.  Ad infinitum. OH eventually caved at 05:00.

Note:  I have just purchased an electronic automatic feeder.  Maybe this will solve the problem.  Everyone is rather tired including Monster who was “up all night”.

Gah!

Monster spent the day in his “wee nook” snoozing.  Lucky thing.

To wipe away the cobwebs, I went for a ride out on Haakon in a very bracing Shetland westerly wind.  It certainly woke me up.

Daisy and Kappi came along too.  As Haakon and I are old and slow, we each did our own thing.   We can’t keep up with the youngsters anymore though Haakon and Kappi spent the beginning of the ride hurling filthy looks and barging past trying to cut each other off!  Daisy and I just laughed at our two dinosaurs.

Zzzzzzz……..

An Autumnal feel to today’s photos of my Icelandic boys in their field.

Everyone is looking well (some a bit too well, even).

The winter coats are coming in now.  It is the beginning of the Season of the Woolly Mammoths.

Klaengur is looking forward to his owner, Flossie, my youngest daughter, coming home from China on Monday.  He has had a two month holiday, with all his shoes off plus a visit from the dentist.  It will have done him good.  Everyone needs a holiday.

I expect upon her return, Flossie and Klaengur will return to being the formidable speed team that they are.

Taktur is back in training having had his summer holidays with the laydee-girls.

Now he is living with his two sons and his friends.  They are a settled herd now.  Thankfully all the bad feeling has vanished and they have sorted themselves out.

Kappi is back in work.

Daisy rides all her horses most days.

The little ones are growing up far too quickly.

Little Dreki is Big Dreki now.

All eyes will soon be on Hjalti when he starts his training proper next year.

So that’s the boys.  They are an easy little bunch.  To move them, we just opened the gate and shouted.  They all cantered over the hill straight home!

I ❤️ Icelandic horses (I need a car sticker!)

Her Maj, aka BeAnne Duvet, has many names and descriptions.  Today she is Beetle.

I hate it but BeAnne is getting on a little in years now – 12 years old but in my eyes still my puppy. I watch her slowing up, though she did come on that lovely ride with me the other day, which I hugely appreciated but it has never been repeated despite my numerous requests.

BeAnne prefers to stay at home and do her own thing. I don’t force her to go with me if she doesn’t want to.  At heart, she is a home girl and anyway there are borders to repel.  She has a job.

If I walk around the croft BeAnne always comes along too.

And she even bounces about enthusiastically when we go into the hill.  I love to see her like this.  She is my puppy again.

BeAnne’s particular fondness is for the large puddles that have appeared because of the rain.

All I have to say is “do you want to go swimming?”…….

And in BeAnne dives.

She will run about in the water having the best time.  I have my suspicions that BeAnne sometimes takes herself off to find her own quiet little puddle when I am not looking because she comes home soggy.

May she live forever.  My little Beetle.

On a Sunday afternoon, I like to make a pile of all my props and filmstars, take them to the stable and make a small animation film.

Today was no exception and I had company.

My fan club…….

Monster was, in his mind, alone.  His one love is OH who he follows around all day devotedly shouting at him.  But OH had gone out, Daisy was away, and all Monster had was me and BeAnne.  We were a poor substitute.

BeAnne made herself a nest.

Or two – and, yes, she did think about investigating the wheelbarrow of horse poo but I told her this was a new low.

Monster was such a pita (pain in the arse) that I ended up picking him up (many times) from my set and depositing him in a nice place where he could go to sleep.

He complained at me bitterly. Nothing was good enough. I was not OH.

My set-up is by no means perfect. The stable is pretty much full of horse stuff and is dirty. In fact it drives me mad that I can only make my short little films but Sunday afternoons are for learning my skill and having fun.

I hope you enjoy the film.

After checking all the horses and ponies, OH and I went for a walk on Sandness beach.

We had it all to ourselves.  Not a soul to be seen.

Except, of course, there were the seals watching us and following our every move from the safety of the sea.

OH and I wandered from one end of the beach to the other collecting small pebbles for my mother’s bonsai tree collection.

I had been tasked with this job when I went south to stay with my mother.  She said the pebbles keep the roots down and in place so, on her behalf, we trudged about looking for suitable stones.

If there is one thing we have an abundance of here in Shetland it is pretty beach pebbles.

Of course, I had my camera with me but this time we did not have BeAnne who refused, when asked, to come on our walk.

Her loss.  The beach was, as usual, lovely.

So we enjoyed our dogless walk.

We picked up, discarded and collected a good selection of shingle.

There weren’t many birds about.  The odd sandpiper ran about.

It was a good walk, even without Her Maj.  Of course when we got home she was hysterical with happiness at our return as we had obviously heartlessly abandoned her.