The Cunningsburgh Show is an open show, ie anyone from anywhere in Shetland can enter.

We arrived early, very early, with some Bergli Stud ponies, as requested.

At 08:00, the show field was busy filling up with various agricultural entries.  Judging started at 09:00 in most sections.

The Shetland pony ring started with a variety of riding classes.

Ridden classes play a very important part in a Shetland pony Show and are not to be dismissed as insignificant.

Bergli Stud had helpers, as well as Flossie and I, and we all spent as much time as possible in getting to know everyone we would be working with.

There was no slacking.

We each had a job and knew what to do – no, mine was not to steal the silver!

My job was to take photographs and I was particularly enchanted by Julie Williamson of Benston Stud who very determinedly showed her ponies.

Bless her, there were moments when we could only see 6 legs + 2 plus 4

The judges in the Standard ring and the Miniature ring were kept busy.

The majority of classes were well attended.

Some lovely ponies were winning.

After the majority of classes, I pottered around with my camera taking photos of anyone with a red rosette.

At the Shetland Agricultural shows, there are classes for everything.

Even potatoes on a plate!

This is my favourite class.

I think it sums the whole show up.

By the afternoon, I was exhausted.  Everyone had worked very hard and the results were beginning to show.

Anyone who had volunteered their help, was roped into showing.  Even Flossie (so proud ** sniff **)….

and me (so going on a diet, *** sniff ***).

At the end of the day Bergli Stud did very well.

They deserved it.

I doubt few can appreciate the huge amount of work that goes on behind the scenes – training, washing, more training, etc.

Having won the Shetland Pony Championship and the Reserve Championship, then there was the Show Championship to go for.

Now it was a free for all……

Champion sheep.

Champion Cow

Champion Chicken

Champion Dog

They were all pitched against each other.

And, guess what, Bergli Stud, won the Cunningsburgh Agricultural Show Champion trophy with Brunatwatt Madeleine Magic.

A good day but an exhausting one.

And so to bed.  Floss and I were up at 06:00 and that is not normal, for me.

But, before I go to bed, I want to say that none of this would’ve been possible without Daisy and OH holding the fort (and Lambie’s hooves) at home as well as creating a delicious supper for us to come home to.  True teamwork.

Thank you everyone xx

If you ask my daughters, they will tell you there is one thing I hate…….

Liars (as well as trotting downhill, wet cotton wool and the word “moist”).

These two little sheepy people are liars.

If they had pants, they would be on fire.

Not that they care and not that they wear pants.

(that I know of)

My fingers are in my ears and I am singing very loudly La-di-la at the thought of sheep in pants.

Anywho, this morning, Flossie was out the front door first to feed Albie his big breakfast.

To date, Floss has never fed anyone else.

A few minutes later, I went outside and met two poor half-starved sheeps close to death from starvation.

I asked Lambie and ‘Ster if they wanted brekkie and they put on their best winning smiles to say they had had nothing, so I fed them.

Meanwhile, Flossie was feeding Albie and all was well on that side of things.

Once finished Albie’s breakfast, Flossie went indoors. As a parting shot, Flossie mentioned that she had already fed Lambie and ‘Ster.

Words failed me. Little lying sheeps.

How could they?  Based on their usual routine, they had told untruths through their bottom layer of teeth without any hint of moral verisimilitude,

I thought I had brought them up better than that.

Obviously not.

I found both Lambie and ‘Ster lying down digesting and cudding looking as if they were about to burst.

I refused to feel sorry for them.

I hope this doesn’t become a habit.

Sadly, as Muzzah, I know these two sheepie people will try to repeat their actions as it means double breakfasts.

Darling little Boysenberries – I love them very much.

But I also know them very well.

Little liars with combustible underwear!

Today is a day of shite – the wind is blowing (almost a gale and far too early for the time of year) and there is fierce sporadic rain.  No one wants to go outside, although I flogged down the road and back again with the dogs, hoping they would consider it a walk – luckily, they did.

This is the kind of day that is a Wu Day, ie he is my main model as I refuse to take any camera outside and the dogs refuse to pose.

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I want to be alone

Time spent with cats is never wasted

So, Mr Bond, we meet again.

Please, sir, I want some more.

Don’t dis the cat

Categorically bored

(Wu’s best friend – the fridge)

Yes, I am busy making the above pictures (apart from the fridge one) into greetings cards on Zazzle – who knows, there could be a market?!

I told you it was raining!

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I want to be alone by Boysenberries
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Time spent with cats is never wasted card by Boysenberries

So, Mr Bond, we meet again by Boysenberries
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Categorically Bored by Wussums by Boysenberries
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Don’t dis the cat – Wussums Card by Boysenberries
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Background Story:  In 1979, I was sent to a another new boarding school, St George’s School, Ascot.  I shared a room with a girl called “Bermuda” (Michele).  We have been friends ever since, thanks to Facebook.

So, yesterday, I received in the post a packet postmark Bermuda.

Michele has two beautiful “Direwolves”, Savvy and Devon.

I have been nagging Michele to send me some of fur when Savvy and Devon are brushed/stripped.

If you are a fan of Game of Thrones (both books by George R. R. Martin and HBO’s tv series), then you will know that the Northern Inuit Dog breed were used to portray the Direwolves given to each of the Stark children when they lived at Winterfell.

Savvy and Devon have kindly donated their fur to the Brisk/Minion Fund.

I got the fur out the bag to weigh and it was so soft and beautiful.  It sat Tribble-like on our kitchen scales.

It weighs in at 2 oz or 56.699 grams.

What shall I do with it?  Put it on Fleabay or does anyone want to make me an offer for this unique and rare “Direwolf” fur belonging to Savvy and Devon who, by the way, are wonderful kind dogs.

A titten, look a little titten!

Oof, titten and nosey and dogs.  I want them all with me now (free to a good home, Wu, BeAnne and Loki).

Let me know what you want me to do.  All suggestions (legal, decent, honest and truthful) appreciated.

By the way, if you want to see just how beautiful these dogs are, Savvy took part in an amazing photoshoot by Sacha Blackburne.

I confess that I am not a huge fan of other folk’s photography (mostly out of pure jealousy) but Sacha’s pictures are incredible and I am constantly inspired by her work – Sacha Blackburne Photography

Photo courtesy of Sacha Blackburne Photography

I try to check the little herd in Sandness daily but, if I don’t, there are folk who keep an eye for me and would let me know if anything was wrong.  This is the first time the MInions have been away from home and they miss their hugs and us so we all like to go as often as we can to spend time with them in their field.

Today, Daisy volunteered to come with me.

After checking the water trough had clean fresh water, we found a dryish spot and sat down in the field (yes afterwards we had wet bottoms) and waited.

It didn’t take long.

Poor Daisy – what a chore.

How she suffers.  Perhaps I work her too hard?

So, after a day of endless hugging, I suddenly went all black and white because, for me, it is something different and I was feeling very slightly arty-farty.

Anywho, I think my arty-fartyness may be over now.  It was a phase.  I have them occasionally.