Meet Tedwina and Friends.

Hand-made, ready to be loved jointed teddy bears (and some growl too!) and terriers (non-growling).

Unique, hand crafted collectors bears.

(I was especially taken with this one little chap).

He just had The Look!

Character.

So, on a stormy Saturday, we sat down a variety bears and their friends for their photoshoot.

They come in all different shapes and sizes.

Each one has his/her own unique charm.

I just love their expressions.  So beautifully made and understood.

We put them in little made-up families.

And I happily snapped away.

The bears and dogs are made by Lauren Doughton who has been making traditional jointed mohair teddybears since 2012.

Each bear is crafted using traditional materials and techniques.

You can find more information about these lovely heirloom bears and dogs on Tedwina’s Facebook page.

Or email Lauren on l.f.doughton@gmail.com

In the summer, there will hopefully be more photoshoots – I am imagining a picnic or a day at the beach.

Oh, the weather outside is frightful.

Everyone hates it.  I saw Lambie standing in a vicious hail shower with his head on the ground, looking very miserable.

So I opened up the sheep shed a bit better (with wifi and radio) as ‘Ster was hogging it, ie standing by the door and not letting anyone in.  I wish the Boyzens worked more as a team during bad weather rather than adopting the dog-in-a-manger stance, which is neither big or clever.

Puzzah is a hard nut and stays outside without making the fuss that other girls do.

For now, the Thordale horse/pony herd are very happy because there is still some grass in their new field.

Despite what is falling out of the sky, they ignore and happily go on eating.

But we are all bored of the hail.  It hurts too.

Look how Lambie’s Grade V fleece suffers.  He is not built for this weather and I feed him secret biscuits/carrots/beetroot when no one is looking as he is also the thinnest of them all. A Muzzah knows and minds.

Shhh….. don’t tell Daisy – she is tough and gets cross with me.

But “Where’er I walk”, I am followed.  One way.

And then the other!

I might be carrying secret carrots/beetroot/biscuits about my person.  You never know.

I know, I know, I am always droning on about the weather but at the moment there seems to be no let up.

We are running out of grass fast and so we moved the herd up to a new field.  Although not big, it will do for the time being.

It is touch and go whether we have enouh grass until January, when we will start the silage bales.

In this field, none of the horses are thin or need extra.  I still religiously take Delia her bucket, though – she is 2 miles away – and she still enthusiastically flattens me for it.  Today we had trotting and whinnying when she saw me.

Technically, the new field is where the sheep lived during the day.  They are furious with me for letting the horses in and, except for Puzzah, found their hole under the fence and crawled out, leaving Puzzah on his own wondering where they had got to.  I called Puzzah up and let him out as it was not fair for him to be by himself – though I did see him secretly talking to Newt who is approximately the same size and not a dissimilar colour.  He probably wanted to adopt him and disown Lambie.  I wouldn’t blame him.

I had some lovely photos of the waves – which I have lost due to computer troubles.  With an early Christmas present, however, from my OH (more RAM), I am now back up and running again.

So basically, more RAM makes everything better!

Obviously!

Oh, and apparently it might stop raining/blowing by the end of next week.

Guess who was in the house?

A very small black and white (fleckit is the Shetland name) Lambie.

He is so insignficant that we can barely see him.

Lambie had, somehow, managed to ditch the others in their field and come home.  He didn’t care while they were calling for him, or to come out.

Lambie treated this place like a hotel – coming and going on a whim.   Some were less than impressed.

Lambie is a social beast.  He feels and he cares despite what our MP’s actually think and may they rot in the Hell that is waiting for them.  Animals are sentient beings.  End of.

Anywho, back off my soapbox…… Wussums was less than impressed with this new visitor. If you could currently smell the odour that surrounds Lambie (sheeple pee), you would understand Wu’s lack of enthusiasm for the meet n’ greet.

And then there was swiping.  Not our best moment, to be perfectly honest.

Poor little Lamb-Lamb.  Suddenly, Daisy heard OH’s car coming home so she quickly pushed Lambie outside while I Febrezed the house and we denied all knowledge!

While I sat on the wall of the tiny shed waiting for Delia to eat her daily Golden Paste and conditioning cube mixture, a certain little person was hopping up and down outside trying to get my attention so I could see just how starving he was.

If you were confronted with this little face, you could not but return the smile.  It would be rude not to.

Storm was grinning at me.

I think this is called “working the room” or field in my case.

I defy anyone to have a hard heart and not chuckle even a little bit.  Or is this a face only a mother could love?

Meanwhile, on other sides of the walls, I was being stalked. I do come with carrots for the others and chucked them over so they didn’t feel left out on the food front.

Tiddles came up behind me.

We were both practising the gentle Art of the Selfie when he gave me a smacker on the lips.

When Delia had finished her bucket and was mooching round for any last little bits that might’ve dropped out, I took the bucket away and gave it to Vitamin to polish off, which she duly obliged with 100% enthusiasm.

Storm was disgusted (ears back) but for me, Storm is a bit like Asterix – despite his terrible start in life, he fell in the cauldron as a yearling and doesn’t actually need more food.

But I am a nice Muzzah, and I let Storm have the leftovers of the leftovers of Delia’s bucket.

Therefore, I was allowed to leave the field in one piece.