Tomorrow I am off to Aberdeen for an MRI of my pelvis (gynaecological) and spine (lumbar and sacral). Hey ho. It takes an hour. I hope I don’t move.
Anywho, I wanted give myself some relaxing thoughts to take with me. These photos were taken on Monday when it was hot, hot, hot in Shetland.
BeAnne was very hot so I took her swimming in our stream that runs through all our fields.
She was very enthusiastic and dived in after every stick I threw. Not an easy task as there are few trees here. So I threw in rotten pieces of redundant fence posts.
BeAnne loves swimming but I worry that she might take herself down to the stream without me knowing. Supervised swimming is the only way.
Anyway, afterwards, the Vision of Canine Beauty and I went back up the hill to lie outside absorbing essential Vitamin D.
I lay in front of the house. The Icelandic horses were about, eating and generally chilling around me.
There was the odd snuffle and wet nose investigating my comatose self but I felt safe and happy that there would be no low-flying hooves or teeth. I trust my herd.
Just smiles and snuffles. Perfect bliss.
I was thoroughly investigated by everyone and then mostly left alone. Some returned but, while the grass is newly green, it held a bigger draw.
Suddenly, I heard a thud, tinkle, thud. I got up to see Taktur had managed to fit into the world’s oldest knackered goat/chicken shed. It is tiny but he was in there.
How? I don’t know. Perhaps he reversed into it. He was very happy.
I suggested he came out but, nah. That was not going to happen.
So I gave up and went back to my sunbathing. Taktur’s problem. He put himself there, he could get himself out.
It was fine, Taktur emerged a few minutes later to eat the grass I happened to by lying on.
Peace, perfect peace.