Lambie is still the most handsome beast ever?

Or is it ‘Ster?

‘Ster is good in a photo whilst it is impossible to capture Lambie’s winning smile!

I love my Boysensberries.  They always make me smile.

Anywho, so how is little Brisk getting on?

He is fine and doing well with the unusual family group.

He knows his name – his new name – Albie – originally Brisk, then Little B, then Albie. It suits him.

Albie drinks 2.5 litres of Multimilk divided between the day – 10:00, 15:00 and 21:00.

Camus would love to have buckets of milk offered to him but he is not allowed.  This is Daisy pointing “the finger” that tells him to back off and leave little Albie alone.

Albie still puts his front hooves in the bucket.  We don’t let him tip his bucket up.

Camus never stops asking.

But he is always gently told no.

Camus’ mother, Tor, stays well out of Multimilk argument!  Sensible lady.

Darling Albie loves his milk.  He has as much as he wants and we are always offering him more, as well as a daily scoop of Foal Creep Pellets/Mare and Youngstock hard feed.  He seems to be doing well on this.

Don’t feel sorry for Camus – he gets to wash up plus lots of scratches and hugs, too.

For an orphan foal, Albie is doing very well – physically.  He is the same size as Camus and easily keeps up.

Mentally, Albie loves his Mums (Me, Daisy, Flossie and Tor).  We spend a lot of time with them all and encourage Albie to be a foal rather than a Mummy’s boy.

I have assurances from Tor’s breeder that she won’t leave Albie for at least a year.  I don’t want Albie to have anymore shocks.  He has been through hell.

One last trip north (south yesterday with OH).

First stop a takeaway lunch from Britain’s most northerly fish and chip shop, Frankie’s, The No.1 Fish & Chip Shop in the UK  (National Fish & Chip Awards 2015) – serious food that requires a wonderful view.    How we suffer.

Then off to look at Mavis Grind – a narrow isthmus where the North Sea (right) is 33m away from the Atlantic Ocean (left).

The heather tussocks smelled divine.

Then northwards, past Urafirth Voe.

The Drongs – a series of thin granite pinnacles, up to 30m high – Slender Drong, Slim Drong. Main Drong, and Stumpy Drong.

The Heads of Groken.

Dore Holm – Shetland’s ‘drinking horse’.

Finally, Eshaness – (and I never knew this), one of the highest energy coastlines in the world as it is blasted by the full force of the North Atlantic.

Spectacular cliffs that cut right through the flank of what was the Eshaness volcano. It has been described as ‘the best section through the flank of a volcano in the British Isles’. (and I didn’t know that).  I still see faces, though.

Now this is odd – Daisy, my elder daughter,  pointed it out to me.

It is the “spume” from the sea but it looks very strange.  Again, anyone know why/what/how?

The lovely transparent sea water at Calder’s Geo.

There is a cave on the north side of the geo that is the largest natural chamber in Britain – (oooh, get us!)

A seagull with bebbie.

Layers, lots of layers.

And at last, with massive threats and pain of death, Flossie and Daisy managed to stand near each other without a) strangling each other or b) shoving each other over a cliff.

A day of achievements, indeed – I may have had wine!

Ok, so they may not be actual real brothers but there is definitely a connection.

(sometimes)

Little Efstur loves being stroked, tickled and scratched.

He has lots of lovely faces of total bliss.

Daisy is today’s slave.

We all luffs his little foaliness.

A darling little boy.

His “brother”, on the other hand, does not have the same sense of humour.

If Efstur had a song, it would be…..

“I know a song that will get on your nerves, 

Get on your nerves,

Get on your nerves.

i know a song that’ll get on your nerves and this is how it goes …..

I know a song that’ll get on your nerves

get on your nerves

get on your nerves

i know a song that’ll get on your nerves and this is how it goes …..

get on your nerves

get on your nerves

Can you hear it?  We can!

Another day out and about with our visitor.

I am always very proud to show Shetland off.

I want to show visitors the Shetland I find beautiful.  Perhaps not the Shetland that is in the guide books, though.

The heather, at the moment, is in bloom and looking particularly beautiful.  The smell is incredible too.  It really gets to you.

Making most of the non-raining weather, we drove to Snarraness – on of my favourite destinations.

We saw various fauna and flora.

Anyone?  What is this bird?  I have no idea and had a phalarope idea but now I am not quite sure.  Any ideas?  Answers on a postcard.

After that, we went to see a small Eriskay horse herd.  There is a new foal this year.

I think they are beautiful.

They have a unicorn-like quality.

On our way, we met this very laid-back four-horned Shetland ram who was chillaxing by the side of the road.

He never moved, while I reversed to take a better photograph, and continued to sit there, chewing his cud.  I thought he was very handsome with a very laid-back temperament.

There is nothing better than taking your time to driving around Shetland, showing folk what you find special.

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UPDATE:

The bidding for SilWaffStormie or WaffSilStorbie has been incredible.

So far, purely as a guideline, the bidding is up to $100 (or £75.61 British Pounds) and there are 6 more days to go.

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Anywho, we have a visitor staying at Thordale so, donning my chauffeur’s hat, we drove around showing off the “sunny” Westside.

Of course, the sun hasn’t shown itself since his arrival.  Typical. But, at least it isn’t raining.  Ok, it is raining but at least it isn’t all of the time.  There are gaps and we make the most of them.

I also took the opportunity of taking a few snaps for myself.

This photo is to prove we have trees in Shetland…..

Beautiful flowers,…..

Fantastic sandy beaches that are, mostly, empty.

And stuff.  Most of all, stuff.  Stuff is good and sometimes very pretty or unusual.

So here we are, driving around, suddenly slamming on the brakes, reversing, stopping the car, everyone getting out and taking a photo! Twice if you are me. I always take two almost identical pictures of the same thing.  I have to.

This is the Shetland I love.  The colours are always brilliant.

And there is never a day I don’t get bowled over by its unique beauty.

(My photos don’t nearly do it justice)