Processing

I have taken to processing up down the stairs. Not just for the sake of doing but as I move, gracefully, from the upper floors of the hoosey to the lower. I clutch my voluminous skirt out to one side [according to the direction of the wind at the time] and slightly bounce on the ball of my feet on the stairs. Oh, it feels so very lovely. Only, yesterday the wind was a tad brisk and I had to put in a couple of reefs. Actually, if I am honest I did more than that, I wore trousers. With flares mind you, but only small flares. I descended safely you will be glad to hear.

Oh please, you know I don't take landscapes! Denis, the Croation man from Croatia made me take it. OK?
Now look at this please.

The epitome of a modern Viking

The venue is right. The sheeps are right - Icelandic and lovely too. The man is right. Fierce looking but lovely. I mean, really lovely. Welcoming and what have you with a couple of beard rings.

This was out over Lemreway area. We'd been to see The Vikings loom shed, marvelled at the view, The Croation man from Croatia took some snaps, William wandered here and there. This might be Mr Viking telling us about Clara - his bestest sheeps. Or not.

They may be Icelandic but they know how to pose all the same. They will produce wool so The Viking and his partner can spin it and produce cloth. Nice eh? That is if the world doesn't end before the end of the week - not that I'm feeling pessimistic or anything.

Oh look. Please, somebody give him a longboat to play in!