Hetja and her son, Hjalti, live in Clothie – or Clodie as it was called in the dim and distant (apparently, according to the Shetland Museum Archives, Clodie was the location of a school in the 19th century prior to the school at Mid Walls being built.  From what is left, you can see how it was arranged.)

Anywho, Hetja rules this kingdom and obviously her son, Hjalti is Heir Apparent and very apparent he is too.  Always rushing over to see what is going on!

His two besties are Waffle and Silver.

Hetja has given up minding about the Shetland Pony contingent and often can be seen spending time with Waffle away from the rabble (Hjalti and Silver will play forever).

Perhaps Waffle is the more mature of the two Minions and can relate to the loneliness of command and responsibility.

Hjalti is a lovely baby.  He is clever and funny, all at the same time.  He would love to have hysterics about everything but his natural curiosity always gets the better of him and he does love a nose kissey.

He is always watching, taking it in and deciding whether to react.

However, Silver and Waffle put him right.  Their basic theory is nothing is worth galloping off for because there could always be a potential calorific or hugging situation and Hooman-Mum is a good person, even if she doesn’t always appear with food.

Hjalti would love to be exciting and to fly but realistically (and genetically) he just doesn’t have it in him and, if he did, everyone would walk away and leave him to it.

They are a happy little bunch and I am glad they are together for the winter.

It is the day before another storm so i took the dogs down to the beach for their walk.

BeAnne immediately took herself for a paddle.

The beach was all ours, which makes everything perfect.  I hate sharing.

Lots of whiskery spectators around, always watching, always swimming alongside as I walked.  Sort of like a swimming version of BeAnne but with better whiskers and probably smell more fragrant too!

Although the waves weren’t very high, the sea was roaring.  Someone had turned the volume up and the noise was all-consuming and magnificent.  I think it was either the last gasp of the storm we had a few nights’ back or the introduction to the one that is on its way tomorrow.

Loki and BeAnne have become better friends and now almost play together.  Almost, but not quite.

We are very pleased with Loki.  He has come along leaps and bounds (see what I did there, geddit?)  WW3 appears to be over and Wu (the cat) can walk past Loki in the sitting room and even sit on the back of the sofa in the evening, without being chased.  They have touched noses so I am cautiously optimistic that we have had a breakthrough.

This time, unlike most trips to the beach, no stones were brought home.  I resisted the urge even though this pretty one caught my eye.

So we are battening down the hatches again for Storm Abigail.  I hope she is kind and that we come out the other side safely and with everything intact.

If our electricity holds out, i am going to spend the grotty days putting the contents of my life on Ebay!  I was also thinking about making a Zazzle Lambie range too.

I had a wander round the field this afternoon with my camera.  Everyone was milling up in the top field ever hopeful the food fairy would pop by (I had popped by earlier, before my flute lesson, with buckets of stuff according to the size of the waistline).

I didn’t know Iacs could wink!  (**** busily fills in form for Iacs Has Talent! ****)

Everyone was on good form.  We have had some hellish storms recently but, mercifully, we have come through so far unscathed.

The two remaining Minions (the other two are Hjalti’s designated entertainment committee), are like little boys arguing in the school corridor during break time.

I let the Boysenberries out into the big field as they had been cooped up in the old veg garden for ages, according to Lambie who has never shut up!

They seem to have bonded into a happy(ish) little family, though Lambert is prone to bullying.  Lambster is a devoted disciple of Lambie.  He follows him everywhere and looks to him for guidance.

Lambster met Storm and all went well.  The Minions (Shetland ponies) do chase the Boysenberries (sheep) a bit but they will soon settle down again.  Everyone hates change or new additions.

Storm is looking fabulous these days.  If the weather is really bad, he wears his rug and he is managing to keep the weight on much better this year.

Can one become a sheep-bore?  Apparently I can!  Do I care?  Nope!

Yesterday, I went on my daily visit to see the Ladies and gave them a mineral/feed lick specifically made for Shetland ponies and Shetland sheep.

Though, on retrospect, I think Vitamin, despite what she says, does not need anything extra.  She is not so much round as triangular!

This is Delia’s face when she spies food.  She can be an old dragon when it suits and, despite her venerable age, she is still very determined.

The ladies respect each other’s food in this herd.  There is no arguing and Delia is happy to share with anyone – not that anyone would dare push her out of the way.

Everyone had a turn with the lick.

This is Delia’s happy face – she enjoys her food and eats whole carrots with the best of them.   A dear old lady.

I expect when I return tomorrow, there will be inroads into the bucket and probably teethmarks as well.

I wonder whether the manufacturers of the lick would be interested in using this photo for an advertisement?

Oh yes, and Lambster (today’s name – we are just trying it on for size), is coming along beautifully.  I spent a good 30 minutes sitting on a foldy-up chair in their shed singing along to Radio 2 playing “Only You” with Lambie gazing into my eyes, Lambert sulking outside and Lambster having the side of his face stroked.

They should rename that song Only Me!

And then I had to leave, evict the sheep into the wind as OH came to tell me he could see the roof leaving its’ moorings in the gale.  A pity.  We were all getting along swimmingly.

This is, well, this is another Shetland caddie lamb.

I need a name.

For those of you who live near me on the sunny Westside, then you may possibly have seen him in your travels.

Anywho, he lives with us now and I went to collect him this morning.

He reminds me of the sheep in The Little Prince by Saint-Exupery – a classic book.

He is very photographic.  The camera loves him.  His colour is katmoget – Having a light coloured body with dark belly and legs and a moget face. The reverse of Gulmoget – http://www.shetland-sheep.org.uk/

BeAnne is not sure whether she loves him just yet.

As a storm is on its way (go away, please), I brought Lambie and Lambert in early.  They look huge beside him.  Ginormous.  Like fat western kids.

I am hoping that my little herd will all bond soon.  The newbie does not have to be tame, just follow the others when required.  Obviously, when and if it ever stops raining, I will spend some time trying to get to know him.

So please think of a suitable name that will complement Lambie and Lambert (perhaps with an L theme).