Today, the sun was shining so Floss and I went a-visiting over to Sandness, 4 miles away, where the mares are.
Firstly was Esja frá Viðinesi IS2011225481. She was exported from Iceland as a yearling filly and is now about to start her training. All grown up now.
And then I wanted to see Little Himself, aka Hjalti (Man from Shetland). He has grown like a weed.
He is still not very forward about coming over for a chat.
But Floss, BeAnne and I sat on a rock, and Hjalti was immediately braver because we were now his height.
He really is stunning and I am not just saying that because I am totally biased.
I looked at the ground, put my hand out, palm-side down and then there was a warm breath with a slight whiskery tickle. I didn’t look up – just remained quietly investigated.
And then Hjalti was gone again, back to the safety of his friends and his Mum.
A magical moment.