OH was on the roof of the shed doing stuff.

The front door just happened to be open.

Storm is looking good, isn’t he?

Look, Waffle fits beautifully through the door.

A little bit of a pile up in the porch.

But BeAnne gently showed them the door.

I think the boys are rather pleased with their achievement.  Silver was somewhere else and not interested in this escapade!

Always worth another shot.

This time I did say no, thank you to the double grazing sales pony.

But how could I resist this little face?

and this?  They are such darlings.  And no, there were no presents left behind.

(Is it wrong that I wish they could live in my house?)

OH is going to have a fit when, or if, he sees this blog!  I must start practising my sorry face.

On our left, ladies and gentlemen, we have the aged Fákur and on our right, we have Esja who has been making friends with Jo’s newly white-washed stable walls.

This is a chrysanthemum bottom in the making.

And here are the ladies who lunch (very often if they had their way).

Darling Esja, all growed up but still a baby in her head.

You can see her relationship with the whitewashed walls.  I still haven’t forgiven her for unpicking the knot, opening the gate, taking a bite out of each silage bale and then, to add insult to injury, she opened and ate the 25kg bag of build-you-up food bought and reserved for Delia, who actually needs it.

There is no excuse.  Just pure greed.  It is not as if she is a waif.

And, worse of all, she is still waiting for any opportunity to do it all over again.

That is not going to happen.  Not on my watch.

Essa is going through her “Kevin” phase at the moment (see video below).   Ho hum, hopefully, like all other horses, she will grow out of it.

Jo’s been shopping.  He arrived today off this morning’s boat.  As he is a foreigner, he is in sort-of quarantine with Delia and Minnie.  The others are keen to meet him but realise that he is very shell-shocked.

So, ladies and gentlemen, let me introduce you to Tór frá Velli II.  He is my Taktur’s little half-brother.  They share the same Mum, the gorgeous Tíbrá frá Hafnarfirði and his Sire is Flipi frá Litlu-Sandvík.

Poor Tór has run up light after the long trip south and was very upset coming off the ferry, poor love.

Tór is 3 years old and has been lightly backed.  He has all winter to relax and get to know Jo.  There is no rush for anything and it will all be done at his own speed.  The trip was stressful and draining especially if a horse is travelling on his own – Flight, 2 boats, endless lorries – it all takes its toll.

Minnie and Delia will look after him as well.  He can relax and eat.

Minnie is quite taken with Tór and thinks he is very handsome!  There is lots of gazing dreamily in his direction.

We will give him time.

He has all the time he needs now in his new home with Jo.

So welcome to Tór, Jo’s new horse.  I wonder what Taktur will think to meet his half-bro.  They have never met before.

I received a lovely message the other day:

   Haynet Admin

I went over to Sandness this morning where the old girls are.  Vitamin (or Minnie as she likes to be known) is keeping Raw Deal (or Delia as she likes to be known) company.

They are both old ladies and are enjoying a pampered winter lifestyle for probably the first time.

Delia used to be known in her youth as The Rhinossopig due to her portly appearance.  I think, but it could just be her bouffant winter coat, that she has put on weight and is beginning to fill out again.

Delia was pleased to see me and ambled slowly up and we exchanged pleasantries while passing the time of day.

Delia is a dignified 22 year old lady who has seen it all.  She has had six foals (some serious show winners too), and was the Royal Highland Show Champion in 1996.

Minnie was on fine form and enjoying her new life of luxury (stables when it is cold, unlimited silage, hard feed, though Delia gets the rug.)

She was looking very well on it.

Such a beautiful pony.  There is something about her that only comes out in photographs.

While I was busy taking pics of the grande dames, Jo was jet-washing the “Bazzer Whazzer” as it is fondly known.

This is my original 1906 spindle back gig beautifully restored by Barry Wheelwright.  Apparently it was found at Packwood House.

Seeing it again has inspired me.  We need to get out again and use it.

These two fatties are going on the diet of all diets and once we can fit one of them between the shafts, we will enter some driving classes south.

We woz posh once, yer know!