Everyone woolly is suffering in this heat – 17℃ which is hot by Shetland standards. When I returned from Turriefield,…

I can’t think of anything to write except I have been plagued by midges all day.  No one else seems…

I was waiting for Monika’s arrival with her equine weighing scales but soon realised I had misread her arrival time…

There are days when I think I am just a mere servant to my sheep.  Today was such a day.…

I title this photo “when your mother brushes your hair!” Poor Newt.  He is very bouffant now. As was Tiddles,…

As you have probably guessed, I am not a huge fan of brushing but today I decided to quickly brush…