I think that is the end of the daffodils.  Poor things.  They have been totally flattened by last night’s Force 11 Arctic winds.

Meanwhile, I spent last night lying awake imagining the corpses I would find in the morning while the wind howled outside and we were hurled unceremoniously back into Winter.

At 6 am, seeing a slight lull in the forecast, I got everyone up to help get the horses in, fed (hardfeed) and dish out hay.  We kept them inside until after lunch.  As for the Minions, Floss and I took them hay and carrots.  It was not a day for buckets.

In the stable, Klængur was being a total git to Haakon and Iacs in their stable. They usually get along fine but I don’t know, maybe it was the excessive wind – he was bullying them both.  We booted him out and he had to spend his morning with Taktur, Efstur, Dreki and Kappi.  Serve him right. He was very cross with us – I don’t care. I won’t have Haakon and Iacs tormented.  Nope.  Efstur, who is very up himself, can eat Klængur for breakfast for all I care.

After lunch, we decided everyone had been inside long enough.  We gave Haakon and Iacs the little shed. Klængur would’ve taken over the shed and made the old men stand outside so he remained with the other herd.  We put hay inside and they were very happy in their new wee home.

They have a huge field too so they can choose where they want to be.

Meanwhile, Klængur had to go out with Taktur and his friends.  There’s lots of space to be annoyed by Efstur.  He can just get on with it. My heart is hardened.

Bloody horse politics and don’t talk to me about the sheep. I have had enough, I’m exhausted and now I’ve lost my glasses somewhere in all that fracas.  Meh!