We’re Walking in a Gale

The wind never stops blowing, consistently at gale force, and, as Floss and OH had made a bid for freedom (Lerwick or The Big L, as it is known in our house) saying something about cabin fever and hair dye, I knew the task of dog-walking befell to me.

Meanwhile, Lambie and Lambster had learned how to escape from their daytime field and were contentedly eating the grass around the house, while I left to walk the dogs to Watsness.

We were going at a good speed, with the wind behind us, when I looked behind me.  There was Lambie running up the track yelling “Muzzah” .  How he had squeezed through the gate, I do not know, but he did and he left behind him a fretting Lambster without a backward glance.

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I had no lead and I was not going back, so Lambie came too.

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Lambie was victorious (silly sideways galloping and bouncing) but surprisingly very obedient and well behaved.

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Afterwards, I went to talk to Vitamin.  She is a very photogenic mare.  Always has been.

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She is also wintering very well, perhaps a tad too well but it doesn’t matter – I can slim her down in the spring.  For the time being, her job is to be Delia’s constant companion.

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Delia is very happy with her thick rug.  She is in at night, with a lovely quilted stable rug and is  pleased with her life of luxury.

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Her arthritis has good and bad days (I know that feeling) but ,for as long as she comes running for a carrot, barges everyone else out of the way with her ears flat back and a dragonlike gleam in her eyes, then I know she is enjoying her life.

We take every day as it comes, though.

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