Looking towards Hoy

There was a small opportunity to spend some time with my beautiful wife in the midst of a very hectic week for her, so we drove across to Stromness so HV could see the horses. While we were there I removed the flat wheelbarrow wheel to take it home and repair it. When I wander in amongst the herd, George was first to amble across to me. After carrying out a thorough survey he concluded I had no apples and shuffled off to check HV. Red was next to come across, crashing his chest into mine and dangling his head over my shoulder signalling he needed me to scratch him. He is either in full on attention seeking mode or a tiny dot on the horizon, but he's a cracking horse.
We left the horses and headed to the airport so HV could catch a flight to her next destination on the trimming tour. On the way back from the airport I stopped to collect some stuff from the merchants for jobs over the next few days.
Home for a coffee then put with Sigyn to Lyde. She seemed keen to go further up the peat cutting track and we were soon on the open moorland above the road. I walked slowly allowing her plenty of time, and when I thought she was needing a bit of a break I sat down in the heather. She came across to check I was ok by poking her freezing cold and very wet nose in my eye, then lay on my feet to look at the view. It was too good a blip opportunity to miss.
The rest of the afternoon was spent trying to sort out some paperwork and organising a couple of trips to the isles.