Mum and I ventured out today.  We drove to a superb pick-your-own vegetable place that also has a farm shop.

I kept thinking that I should have been working at Turriefield this week as I measured ourselves a portion of carrots, spinach and sweet corn, all freshly picked.

Afterwards we went exploring to a local craft village and bought some supplies for my animation venture – mostly felt and glue and we have been making flowers all afternoon.

Before we went home, we dropped in at the next door garden centre where Christmas seems to have arrived.

I was quite shocked, to be honest. I mean it is only the beginning of October for crying out loud.

Having said that, it was quite an impressive display with some nice animated animals with no carols playing in the background, which was encouraging, though I did feel sorry for the dying fauns (I think they just weren’t plugged in).

My mother is a sculptor. Her medium is porcelain, perhaps not cotton wool, wire and pipe-cleaners!

So today she showed me how to make sheep for my animation projects.

This is her creation.  We also practised making sheep heads.

It was interesting “crafting”:  not something I do if I can help it as I have absolutely no artistic talent at all.  Mum is much better than me at it and she managed to rescue my rather lumpy efforts and turn it into something respectable.

I made the sheep on the right. He is slightly bigger and has Lambie’s stripes legs (well that’s what I wanted to achieve).

So that’s what we did today. We made sheeple.  Once dried, we will paint them, I think.

My new little flock of sheep.

South is very different from north. The sun shines, there is not a cloud in the sky and I am back wearing my summer clothes.  Most odd. I am not used to this outside warmth.

Teddy, my mother’s little dog is wonderful and very similar to Her Maj, BeAnne.  They could be related.  Luckily they’re not. Sometime I think I should bring her with me but in my heart I know she would hate the trip and then probably hate Teddy too.  These days she is not sociable.

Mum’s garden looks beautiful in the Autumn light.

There are lots of trees so the changing colours are stunning.

There are a few flowers are about.  The roses are just about over now.

Mum is busy putting the garden to bed in time for winter.

I just popped out onto the surrounding golfcourse to watch the sun set behind the trees and I saw two roe deer quietly grazing totally oblivious to either myself or two oncoming golfers.  Most extraordinary.  They are unphased by people.

I imagine all my animals here and then I quickly stop as I realise Lambie wouldn’t like Wokingham High Street and then I panic thinking about the Minions eating Mum’s beautiful garden!

So, here I am again sitting at Sumburgh Airport departure lounge while outside is blowing a ferocious gale.  I am soaking wet, having been caught in a bucket of water throwing contest at home on my way to the car with my bags. I hope to dry as I travel south to warmer climes.

The plane is on schedule, despite the weather. They are ‘ard here and only snow and fog stop flights.  Already I am missing Her Maj but I have left strict instructions with Daisy and OH about everything.

Next instalment at Aberdeen airport.

Landed and phew, that was a tad bouncy. I nearly returned my complimentary Tunnock’s caramel wafer!  Boick.  Anywho, sitting in the departures lounge for two hours so I might go and drive them mad at Dixon’s by trying out the cameras!

So I have arrived at my mother’s. All is well.  Night night xx

Yesterday Daisy and I decided to move the boy-herd to Clothie – a 5 acre field over the scattald (common grazing) from Thordale.

It is not far but there is room for independent thought which is not encouraged as those with it can disappear into the hill, giggling.

Luckily today everyone was singing from the same hymn-sheet.

First we moved the three youngsters.

Then we went back for Taktur, Klaengur and Kappi with the intention that we would come back for the old men, Iacs and Haakon afterwards.

Iacs had different ideas and happily followed along leaving Haakon on his own.

Haakon was appalled at this idea so quickly caught up piggy-pacing across the hill into the new field to join the others.

So that was eight horses moved in two goes.

I love it when a plan comes together because so often it doesn’t and swiftly turns to manure.

But today the Gods looked on and blessed us.

It makes a change and I am not going to grumble.

Or look a gift horse in the mouth.

And so today we we are waiting for a viscious autumnal gale to arrive.  This afternoon was t”he calm before the storm”.

I made the most of the peace and yelled to the Boyzenberries “Does anyone want to come for a walk?”

They didn’t need asking twice.

Life is going to be very different south for a week.  If you want to follow the blog, please don’t rely on links and just come to this page.