It has been utterly revolting all day – non-stop rain of varying degrees of ferocity, the burn is high, the bottom field is flooded and everyone is very fed up. We are welcoming the Autumn Equinox in true Shetland style.
However, it is not cold. Still double digits outside so rugs are not going on. I heard Daisy mutter something about “everyone being fat”.
The sheeple can go in or out. I have not restricted them to their field as there is little shelter there. ‘Ster took himself back to bed (I don’t blame him).
Floss and I have been packing – we leave on tomorrow night’s boat. The house is festooned with drying coats, trousers and washing. I have even ironed (*** faint ***). It seems very odd to suddenly have to be respectable, or at the very least clean!
Lambie popped by this afternoon.
He didn’t stay long which is probably as well as I would’ve probably washed, ironed and packed him too!