I took this photo from our porch.  It was chucking it down outside and we had a beautiful almost-double rainbow in the garden.

I went upstairs to the bathroom (the only window that faces out to the pony paddock) to see if the sheep had come home early because of this filthy weather. It was lunch time.  There was a small flock there so I decided to go outside to fetch them in because I am nice like that.

Lambie and ‘Bert had taken up residence in the wee shed.  They seemed very “at home” and receiving guests.

And behind were Ster and Barrel (or the Two Wusses as they are now known).

Madge and Maggie were outside sheltering behind the walls while Gus and Dahlia were nowhere to be seen.  No doubt they will turn up tomorrow morning for breakfast.

All the sheep followed me out of the field and Lambie went straight to bed with Bert and Ster.  I felt bad for Lambie (he is not fan of this wet weather and his gait was stiff and arthriticky), so the  older ones had some lunch mixed with TurmerAid which perked them up over the afternoon.  I think the rain just really gets to the older sheep.  I know I feel it.

It has been a grim old day – the kind where you just want to be indoors and feeling warm through.  I am currently writing this sharing an electric blanket with Pepper – her legs are sticking out and that’s all.

But that’s a Shetland winter for you.  You need a lot of waterproof clothing and a warm house to go into afterwards.

(I am glad no one is living on the track – it is waterlogged this time of year and would be a mire with ponies on it).