Red Sky in the Morning

  Red sky in the morning, so beautifully twee – Feathers pastel-hued and ethereal.   But look much closer and what do you see? A cloud tsunami, bound for here.   So all you creatures by the shore Gather your young, I do implore, And seek some shelter, for later today A terrible storm is…

Laden Cloud, Leaden Sky

  My intentions were good. After work, I wanted to steal the last of the day’s light to go for a walk.  I was all togged up but the Halloween sky was threatening an apocalyptic downpour. The walk was aborted. Laden Cloud, Leaden Sky Heavily laden clouds burgeoning and lumbering, Over bruised heather headlands Protruding…

Farther Afield

It’s that time of year again – time to rest the fields and move the ponies for winter. After the farrier’s visit, we rode and walked in convoy from the east to the west of the island – about 4 miles.  Four of the six island ponies stay together for the winter.  It is interesting…

Talk About Whether…

For island folk, discussing the weather is not a matter of small-talk, it is pivotal to our daily lives and the chat inevitably leads to whether or not the boat gets in. It must be a tad confusing for eavesdropping visitors who have not yet grasped the colour coding. Whether or Not The Boat Gets In…

Farrier

I did try her barefoot.  The yielding thud of bare hoof on ground was such a relief to hear.  However, the fields on the island are usually wet and quaggy so hooves become too soft to walk on the rough, gravelly road, (which is necessary to get anywhere horse-friendly). So my girl was re-shod. It…