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New Fencing

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I would’ve loved to have stayed in bed today but I couldn’t.  Things to do, people to see……

And it was also a beautiful day, which helped hugely too.

Because I knew the weather was going to be good, I had arranged for two kind friends to come and help OH and I with the electric fence for the track.  A huge job.

The plan was to take the old wiring down and start again but this time properly.  It was easier now I knew exactly where the track should be.  Did the horses/ponies try and escape while we worked?  No, they just stood there and watched.

They said helpful things like “you’re doing that wrong”.

Ditto the Shetland ponies for whom all this work was for.  They were probably trying to work out where the weak spots in the fence were.

Firstly we took down all the old fence wire which had many joins and bodges and bits tied round and round and then we put up a new springy gate, keeping the old one as well (belt and braces) and I walked round the whole track with 500m of  jumbo heavy duty electric fence polywire featuring 6 stainless steel conductor strands (muttering words like “bring it on, boys. This is war!”) I took a backpack with me containing nore spools of electric fence wire and we used two in total = 500m of track – good to know.

So now the track is fenced off with just two continuous pieces of perfect brand new wire and it works.  No joins or breaks or bodgy bits anymore. No weak bits, boys.

That should stop their misbehaviour.

Because there is always misbehaviour.  They just can’t help themselves.

And a huge thank you to Alan, Andrew and OH who were invaluable with all their electric fencing skills. A huge job completed.  We made quite the team.

First Fluting

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As you know, I am trying to get my life back in order now the caudal epidural steroid injections are kicking in.

Today, my fluting partner, Mandy, came round for lunch – a quiche with unidentifiable filling (was it basil or spinach, no one knows!) and then we retired to my wee shed for a play.  Despite the injections which were lower down my spine, I find holding the flute increasingly difficult as it exacerbates my brachialgia – the pain in my neck, shoulder and arm.  But I plumbed in my Painpod (EMS/Tens machine) strategically placed the pads, turned the zapping power up and we had a go at playing something nice and easy.

As we played, we saw out of the window the sheep drifting past. They like music and we played a few pieces in between chatting and many cups of tea.  We haven’t seen each other since before Christmas so there was lots to catch up on.

And then we realised that we actually had a proper appreciatiive audience, which was nice.  The others were out of shot.

And, as it’s Muzzah’s Day, I even had a cuddle this morning off Lambie which, as Floss remarked, he hasn’t been near me all the times she’s been here.  So that was the icing on the cake.

Back to the Vegetables

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Today, feeling stronger, I returned to my usual job of packing vegetables.

There was lots to do and the old muscle memory kicked in as I filled poly bags with salad and other leafy veg, labelled them, distributed and counted what was going where.

The sun was shining, although it was bitterly cold, and I was well-prepared – I took my Christmas-present hand-warmers with me and they were a god-send in the cold packing shed.

Later this afternoon, there was a bit more running around and I am now lying in bed considering what painkillers to take and how strong.   I am beginning to think that I probably over-did things today. I must learn to say no and to pace myself.  Flossie can’t stay forever picking up the pieces.

Still, I have Monster with me lying on my bed.  He came indoors soaking wet, so I dried him off and I took a quick picture of his audition for the Nativity.

No one is talking to Pepper (again). She tried to kill a duck.  Not our best day then.

So How Old Is He?

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When Daisy and I first met Monster in April 2018, we were told he was approximately 2 – 4 years old.  Our Shetland vet at the time and I disagreed with this estimate and thought he was more like 6 – 8 years old as Monster was one big confidant cat who did not look like he had just been around for a couple of years.

Meet n’ Greet – Day 1 at the SSPCA – on his throne

Does this look like a 2 year old cat to you?

First day at home

I don’t know. I suppose Monster could’ve been 2 – 4.  He had been a Tom cat (swiftly neutered by the SSPCA) and certainly built like one.

So that brings us swiftly to 2026.  By my calculations, we’ve had Monster for 8 years (of total joy, obviously) so at best he is 10 – 14 years old but these days we are all noticing that Monster is getting increasingly stiff when he gets up out of his many beds and I think he might be older than we were told – more like 16.

And I know there are supplements like Yumove for cats but they are all fish-based and he absolutely loathes all fish so I am not sure what the answer is.

A Dog Walk on the Beach

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We have a major storm arriving soon, so to the make the most of the bad weather approaching, I took the dogs for a walk on Reawick Beach with some friends and their dog, Harley.

Reawick beach is different from our usual beaches as it has red granite sand.  It is always nice.

With lots of shells too – a good and varied supply.

  

Although not the biggest of Shetland’s beaches, we had it to ourselves and walked up a down a few times, while Harley had a tennis ball thrown for him.  My lot ignored that but enjoyed the new sniffs and smells that were everywhere.  Next time, I want to take my big camera but, for them moment, it is too heavy for me to lug around.

Not gonna lie, but I think I might’ve overdone things a bit now, I realise but at the time walking along a deserted beach with friends and dogs was perfect.  I have managed to make another sheep this afternoon because I must keep going on that front too.

The cruise ships start to arrive at the end of this month and then it will be full steam ahead on the visitor front, espcially in Lerwick where I hope my sheep will sell and travel the world.

So I’m having a bit of a lie down now and will regroup to find my last gasp of energy required for supper, writing two weeks’ of the diaries, a shower and bed.

Though I may forego the Diaries, just this once, especially if I start typing rubbish, which is definitely a pissibolity!