It is Wool Week.

I know this because there are folk I don’t recognise driving and wandering around Shetland wearing a very similar hat, which apparently is the 2018 hat for Wool Week.  Different colours but same pattern.

My visitors were from America and also keen followers of this blog.  I duly showed them my Shetland and all that I hold special.

After the equine meets and greets, I took them to Jamieson’s of Shetland, our local Wool Mill. It is opposite the Minion field and a treasure trove of beautiful knitwear.

The place was packed with fellow Wool Weekers who had the same idea.

But we managed to look around appreciating (and purchasing, some of us) the lovely Fair Isle sweaters.

I love the “wall of wool”.

Then I offered my visitors lunch or a “wow view”.  They went for the view and we were  fortunate to see seals basking in the Autumn sunshine on the beach.

Next up was lunch and this is our view from the Walls Regatta Club who were putting on soup and sarnies for Wool Week visitors.

There were even local knitters around.

After a good and well-deserved lunch, I drove my visitors around the sunny westside showing them our beautiful Shetland scenery.

As ever, Shetland was spectacular.

I really enjoy showing folk about showing them my everyday life.  Lambie was on spiffingly good form.

On our way to packing vegetables at Turriefield, we payed our daily visit to the pregnant Icelandic mares to top-up their water and to check they are doing ok.

Today, they were waiting expectantly by their water buckets.

I think it was more about sheltering from a rather bitter wind than actually wanting to see us.  They don’t usually care.

The girls are doing very well.

Possibly a bit too well or they are pregnant.  Anyway fingers crossed for pregnancy. They did spend all summer with Taktur.

As usual, Brá was her usual wary self.  No carrots equals no chat.

Hetja, on the other hoof, was very happy to chat even when she found I had nothing calorific on me.

Anyway, there is always some over-the-fence grass to be stolen.

I tried to be cross but it really was hopeless as I knew Hetja would continue after I had left.

She will not be told.

**** sigh ****.  But a least she doesn’t wreck the fence or get stuck.

I haven’t been over to Leradale for ages so this afternoon I popped over with some friends, who happen to be interested archaeologists, and BeAnne for a lovely walk.

I also wanted to show off my Bronze Age settlement, like you do!

I tend to leave the land alone when it is not in use so the grass gets to grow undisturbed.  The Minions and the pregnant Icelandic mares will probably arrive in January or earlier if necessary.

It was nice to wander around, though, and remember how it was last winter with all my ponies and horses living here.

After the winter decimation, there is now plenty for everyone to eat.  Amazingly, the grass always grows back easily.

The archaeological sites of interest are still there.  Phew. This is our Bronze Age round/oval house.

And it was a good dog walk too, which is important to me and BeAnne.

I have missed Leradale.

It is such a special place and showing it off to my archaelogical (and very knowledgeable) friends was fascinating.  I want to learn about this place and understand how the Bronze Age folk lived here.

My quern-stone is still where it always is.

You know that idea I had about letting visitors meet the Minions?

Yer, that one (my blog post about my great idea).

Well, it can’t happen. I can’t get public liability insurance for this venture.   No one can go in their field accompanied by myself.

Today, I was putting eye ointment in Newt and Fivla’s eyes (they go gooby in the wind) when some nice visitors from Switzerland stopped their car to watch me.

They got out of their car to take photos of the ponies and we got chatting.

I tried out my best school French and they replied in much better English.

They also showed me photos of their Bernese Mountain dog and we instantly bonded as we used to have one called Lotte, many years ago.

I am sad that insurance companies see my Minions as a “High Insurance Risk”.

I tried to do this the right way. I was honest but it is not possible.

So that’s it.

No visitors for Minions chats allowed because my “High Risk” ponies are gonna eat you.

I think this is about as “high risk” as we get, to be perfectly honest.

Nuff said. I tried.  The world’s loss.

En route from seeing my pregnant Icelandic mares I noticed in the next door field that all the black standard Shetland pony mares were fast a-bye-byes.  These are the beautiful Bergli Stud girls belonging to our trainer, Bjørn.

So, of course, being me, I climbed over the fence with my camera to take some photos as I adore seeing sleeping ponies.

I was barely noticed.

Well, no one moved – they just looked drowsily at me.

Everyone appreciates the Shetland sunshine – probably because it is such a rare occurrence this time of year.

Lovely long bottom lips of total relaxation.

Barely open eyes.

They were all very relaxed.

Meanwhile, along the road, some of my lot were enjoying the break in the weather too.

Albie and Newt were happily sitting in piles of pooh.  I dispair, I really do.

And Tiddles was “en garde” for the sleepers.  Like he would deter anyone.

Everyone happily snoozing so that’s all that mattered.  I love sleepy ponies.