Firstly, apologies for crap photos – on iPhone!

We all went out for a ride this morning.

BeAnne in her Beankini, me on Haakon……

Daisy rode Klaengur and Flossie on Iacs.

It was wonderful and something that happens very rarely.  Two adult daughters are never usually here together.

Daisy and Klaengur were fine at the front.  I didn’t have to worry about them.

While Floss, Iacs and BeAnne pottered along happily at the back.  Iacs looked after Flossie beautifully.  He knows his job.

For me, it is always lovely to see Flossie on a horse – this is not her idea of a natural pastime, though she does enjoy it, once onboard, and wants to learn more, like how to be in control rather than an optimistic passenger!

When we got home, I started to give Flossie a riding lesson in the indoor school.  Daisy soon took over as she knows Iacs well and she was much better than me.  Now this is a first for everyone!

It was a superb lesson – Daisy instructed and Flossie listened, trying to do her best to achieve what was being asked of her and Iacs.

I had to go outside as this was between the two (or three) of them and my presence was not needed. I may have had something in my eye too – if you know Daisy and Flossie, you will realise what a big deal this is!

So I sat outside with my own little Fan Club.

(Lambie has turquoise tetracycline spray on his face as an old Loki bite went septic).

I am hoping that this riding lesson business might become a regular thing between Flossie and Daisy for the next few weeks.

Bring on the tissues for me, please!

Flossie is home for good from Beijing, China.  She did her year out there attending Peking University and came home yesterday morning, minus her suitcase (please find it British Airways).

We are all thrilled to see her.

Today, Flossie came with me to walk the dogs down the road – I have to stay on the flat as much as possible these days because of my back.

Afterwards, we went out to see the horses in their field.

Klaengur has always adored Flossie.

There is non-verbal communication just between themselves.

An inner calm when they are together.  Suddenly, the rest of the world does not exist.

Anywho, I am thrilled to have my baby back – yes, she will always be my baby, even though she is 19 years old.

A year is a very long time away for us all.

Now, I wonder if I can get her on a horse…….!

Hetja is still not letting Aria’s foal, Jubilation, near Hjalti.

Not now, not never.  He and his mum are chased off all the time, which is very sad for both the foals. We have tried for a while now, and nothing changes.

The four Icelandics (Fákur and Tór (geldings) plus Hreyfing and Sparta (mares)) were over the road having previously disgraced themselves by escaping into the hill the evening before.

Hetja was very pleased to see her old herd/friends.

As was Hjalti, who was intrigued.

He was desperate to make friends, and this time Hetja was not trying to stop him.

So a decision was made.  Aria and Jubilation, who obviously would never be allowed to mix, were moved to another field, while the Icelandic renegades were moved in with Hetja and Hjalti.

And, instantly, a tentative peace reigns.  Ok, Hetja did some warning and raging, but not half as much as she did with Aria.

We will see how they get on. Little bebbies love Nuncle Fákur.  They are drawn to him and I don’t think it will be long before Hetja lets him babysit!

Btw, thank you for your healing vibes.  Lambert is doing very well – eating and drinking, though still a bit sore and wary of folk.  I am very happy.

1.  Car wouldn’t start this morning.

2. I went to my weekly flute lesson without my flute or music (a plus side, though, I got to play my teacher’s Rudall Carte which was very very nice).

3.  I forgot my debit card and so was very unpopular paying for petrol by cheque (I always thought cheques were legal tender).

4.  And last, but by no means least, I spent the day worrying about Lambert who went to the vet for a laparotomy and exploration for his non-descended testicle.

Sheep are not the best animals to anaesthetise but this procedure had to be done.  It was a two-vet job and after a good bit of searching, they found the errant testicle attached to a kidney.  It was fully formed so would’ve been fully working, ie producing testosterone.

Lambert is home now with his very own Nurse Lambie in attendance.  I sat in the back of the car with his head on my neck, holding him up while we went round the corners.

The next stage is to get him eating and drinking.  He is still pretty heavily sedated but standing and walking slowly.  I have been told to keep him quiet for the next few days and he can live in his little garden behind the house.

You may think I was stupid to a) put Lambert through this and b) pay for it but he is one of the family and, more importantly, he is Lambie’s best friend so there was no question really in my mind.

So please can I have huge healing vibes, a good appetite and willingness to eat wending their way to Lambert.  I shall go out later and offer him a bottle when he is a bit more awake.

He is an important little dude in our lives at Thordale (even if my OH does not see it!)

I went to Scalloway this morning to help out a friend.

While I was there, I was given the opportunity to photograph some miniature Shetland pony stallions from the famous Berry Stud.

I helped move them into this new field that had lots of long grass for them.

At one stage, all you could see was the tips of their ear as they tried to bounce through it.

Being stallions (3 brothers and a new one), there was a huge amount of squealing and investigation too.

I managed to take some lovely photos and I hope you like them too.

My socks, boots and jeans are now in front of the Rayburn getting dry but it was definitely worth it for these photos.