A bit of a pea-souper this morning.  Thick Shetland fog.

Last night, there was quite a bit of rain, so we made the executive decision to put a brand spanking new beautiful Shires rug onto Little B.

For the amount of rain that fell, the rug held up fine and Brisk’s beautiful velvet fur was completely dry underneath.  Perfect.  Just what we all wanted.

I can sleep at night knowing he has the best rug for the worst weather.

So, a huge thank you to all that contributed towards this essential piece of kit for Brisk.

Before, we were just borrowing someone else’s foal rug which was great, but it was very obvious the minute we put it on, that Brisk would need one of his own.

As they say, “it will ride up with wear, sir” and there is plenty of mileage for growing into.

For the first time, ‘Ster was interested in Brisk.  He sniffed and wondered if this was another new member to his flock.  I could almost hear the sigh of relief when he reported back to Lambie to tell him his findings.

Camus and Brisk are playing more, now.

It is perhaps not as reciprocated or as bouncy as Camus wants, but I think it won’t be long before Brisk stops being boring and starts playing back.

Then, I will know we are on the right track.

I was given my own tiny Tiddles today.

Complete with his beautiful blue eye on the correct side.

This tiny Tiddles is made out of Tiddles’ foal fur which he shed or was brushed out last year.

I am absolutely thrilled and adore my new Mini-Minion.  He is much better behaved than his namesake who is going through “a phrase” at the moment.

Tiny Tiddles will live with his friend, SilvStorWaff and, for the only time in his life, Tiny Tiddles is bigger than his friend.

All is right in the World of Lambie and ‘Ster.

Their wool is growing back and I think Lambie’s lucious ringlets will return as well. Phew!

Brisk is content living with Tor (mother) and Camus (son).

They all come to me when I call Brisk’s name.

Everyone has fallen into a nice comfortable routine.  They all get a hard feed in the morning while Brisk also gets milk.

(though why Brisk has to put his two feet in is anyone’s guess – perhaps he thinks the milk will keep them whiter than white).

Tor and Camus know not to bother Brisk while he drinks his milk bucket in the field.

Their reward is to finish the leftovers but they have to wait until it is offered to them and no barging Brisk out of the way.  They respect this.

Little Brisk is on 2 litres of Multimilk, which is split into four feeds – breakfast, lunch, tea and before bed.  At breakfast, Brisk eats and drinks by himself.  He goes in and out of the field very easily.

He likes his milk warm with a little froth on top!

After each feed, I stay around and let Brisk come and talk to me.  I don’t force this on him.  He chooses whether to chat.

And he always does.

We have a quiet bonding times together – lots of breathe sharing, tickles, and hugs. When he walks away, usually after about 20 minutes, then I go away too.

I am pleased with Brisk’s progress.  He is looking very good considering.

Both mentally and physically.

A few weeks back, I was worried for Brisk as he was beginning to look gaunt, but we have been lent a rug (until his arrives) and upped his feed regime hugely.  All this now makes sense.  It was trial and error to start with.

Yesterday, a friend came over with his step-daughter.  We know them very well and the girl, who is a young adult, has been riding for most of her life now.

When she visits, we always pop her on Iacs as we trust him and together they bimble about the indoor school in walk and trot.

As they were trotting round, the lass had a full-blown grand mal epilpetic seizure.

Iacs immediately stopped dead while his rider, in the middle of her seizure, slithered off onto the sand floor.

Of course, the girl’s step-father rushed to her aid.  This lass has known epilepsy so everyone around knows what to do if she hasa seizure – and Iacs?

What did Iacs do?  He stood there and waited patiently, doing nothing, absolutely nothing.  He never moved an inch.

We never trained him to do this.  He just knows that his rider and her safety is important.  That is what Icelandic horses do.  They care.

(Afterwards, the lass got back on again and they recommenced bimbling as if nothing had happened.)

There is no better horse in the world.

Today, when everyone else had one munchy-crunchy, he had two – for being perfect.

Our “Icelandic Angel” – (that is what the lass and her step-father called him).

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Thank you Plusnet.  I am beginning to hate you.  Hours on the internet telling them and still, yes still we go on. Or we don’t.  It just stops.

Anywho, a few days ago, the dogs and I went for a walk on Sandness beach.

Walking on the beach, by myself, is always good for the soul.

Some days I need to find my perspective.  Being by the sea always give me the answers.

So, of course, I took Darth Vader – my big Canon camera and snapped as I walked.

BeAnne and Loki enjoy the beach.  It is something different for them from their usual walks.

At the moment, my spine is not brilliant.

It is a constant battle.  These are the latest results of an MRI scan.

L2-L3 slight bulge
L3-L4 total prolapse
L4-L5 minor bulge

Referral to Pain Clinic for epidural.
If that does not help, then …. ⛏

I am trying hard not to think about the final option.

So, I walk and I think and I walk some more because walking does help.  The worst thing is that riding is starting to become painful and I mind that more than anything.

BeAnne, no matter what, is my constant companion.

Loki comes along for the ride.

While I was walking, I saw a flock, brace, raft, team or paddling of ducks in the sea.

There was always one at the back. It was agonising to watch.  I told the duck family to get tail-end Charlie back or I would be forced to have to swim out and “save” him/her.

And Phew!  They heard me.  Everyone was back together.

To be honest, I was not that keen on swimming!