Two films from yesterday.
The first is me calling Lambie – only have the volume up if you want to hear me screeching!
Next, is BeAnne trying to play with Efstur (no sound) before his Mum muscles in to try and stop them. I think Efstur and BeAnne are going to be good friends in the future.
I spent the morning with Bjørn, helping him with his ponies. Yes, these are cows. I like cows.
BeAnne put up a rabbit so everyone gave chase. No, they didn’t catch it despite their best efforts.
Amina, Bjørn’s German Shepherd dog, played in a sludgy green hill pond.
BeAnne and Loki joined her. Unusual for Loki who hates water. It has taken a while, but Loki is now learning how to be a real dog.
BeAnne is just disgusting. And, yes, she rolled and then was doubly disgusting.
On our way back to the van, we saw a pair of curlew eggs – they were lying in their vague nest. Sorry, but that is not a nest – it is a hopeful dip.
No day spent with Bjørn is a day without visiting his Shetland ponies – Bergli Stud
Much galloping, playing and lots and lots of silly billies.
Always a joy, never a chore. A lovely day.
