Frances is off at Aberdeen today, to hear the results of her MRI scan for her back. Keep your fingers crossed, everyone! Meanwhile, her eldest is bearing the blog burden at the moment, with BeAnne at my side, of course.
I apologise in advance for the lack of perfect photos. I am no photographer and I can’t work Photoshop out on Mum’s computer. Life is too short and so I present to you the Real Thordale!
Earlier today I went to see the minions. I apologise for the lack of photos but I was otherwise distracted…well, you try working a camera while surrounded by adorableness.
Carrots were distributed accordingly.
I was thoroughly loved and I have the bruises to prove it. Silver is becoming much more bold and is the first up whenever I open the gate. He is even starting to become more cheeky (hence the bruises). They are such a friendly bunch and have come such a long way since I first met them.
Meanwhile, someone rolled. And smelled.
Since it was such a beautiful day here at Thordale, I decided to pay another carrot visit to the Big Boys.
They were on top form as always. Taktur and Kappi had the day off since they worked hard yesterday.
I always think the Icelandic horses are so beautiful.
And as a small reminder, even the most beautiful people look silly when they yawn.
And here’s a picture of the perfect Mr Bimble. Very under-appreciated and under-estimated, but the best horse I could ever have.
Fingers crossed that Mum gets home tonight. Foggy weather is a nightmare over here for the planes.