The days are getting shorter by a few minutes every day now so daylight time is becoming limited.

The vile weather has finally calmed down but the wind has turned and we now have a bitingly harsh northerly to contend with.  Snow is on its way but for now we content ourselves with intermittent hail (about pea size at times – and it hurts).

I was on breakfast bucket duty which is no hardship as everyone is close by and knows the drill.

Kolka in the corner.

Iacs and Haakon side by side.  I was in between Iacs and Kolka because if a fight is going to break out, that is where it would start and I would stop it before they even remembered.

Standing, listening to the sounds of eating, I could see the last resting place of our hen-house which is now destined for firewood.

No one, Icelandic horse, is minding this weather (the Shetland ponies are a different matter).  Their thick layered winter coats are doing what they’re supposed to for this time of year.

Although they may look wet in places, it is superficial and the fur traps the body heat, keeping them warm.

And they have no ribs so also have an internal covering as well.  They are built for this.

Shetland ponies apparently melt, so they tell me.  I am not listening to them.