The storm clouds are gathering – three days of ghastliness forecast – so I made the executive decision to move everyone first thing into better fields.
The sunrise was pretty and, feeling purposeful, Floss and I devised a safe plan. It’s always good to have a plan with these sorts of manoeuvres. So it started to pour with rain and we were at that stage when we couldn’t be arsed to go back into the house to get our waterproof trousers on while hoping it was just a brief shower.
It wasn’t. We got wet. Such is life.
First we moved Taktur and his mates into the stable. There is nothing worse than a shouty stallion and his friends running up and down the fence not helping.
Then we caught Sóley and Lilja and led them over the hill to Clothie – a five acre winter field I’ve been resting for two months. It has good shelter from all sides.
Next up were the old men and Klængur, who were patiently waiting for us to come and get them.
I led Iacs and Haakon, while Floss had Klængur and was on gates. Everyone was happy moving to a new field.
Then I led Taktur, Efstur and Dreki to their new field (the one next door) while Floss went and found Kappi who appeared to be incapable of following his field-mates having developed an independent thought, which we do not encourage. Honestly, never trust anyone ever. Horses lie. Anyway, they were all reunited and galloped about for a bit, and then settled down to the business of eating.
We went inside with a job well done and had breakfast feeling slightly soggy.