I am entering two fleeces to our local show’s Shetland Wool classes but to do this they have to be presented properly.
A friend came visiting last week and I mentioned my ambitions to her. She instantly suggested an expert, Harold Moffatt in Aith, who could do this for me.
So, bearing my two fleeces, I drove round to meet Mr Moffatt.
And expert he was too. It was fascinating and I learned a lot.
He showed me his own sheep’s beautiful white fleeces and what the judges look for in the competition.
I then showed him ‘Ster’s katmoget pile of wool.
Although not in the same league as Mr Moffatt’s fleeces, I am hoping we might have some crimp in there. Though, to be perfectly honest, I am not sure about ‘Bert’s fleece and there was absolutely no point in mentioning Lambie’s “carpet-quality” wool.
Then on my way home, I went via Sandness to look at the ponies. They were fine. It had been raining and the ground desperately needs it.
The swimming sheep was around but in a different place this time.
I had never seen her there before.
When she walked out of the loch, I wanted to see just how wet her fleece was.
It was extraordinary – she didn’t seem to mind one bit and wasn’t particularly wet either.
She was a nice sheep and not afraid of me – more of a girl on a mission!