Clicking Day for the Flock

The sheep were not impressed today.

They did not want to go into a pen on such a hot day,

They were far too happy grazing out on the salt marsh.

But it is now fly strike season and for their own protection they need to be treated against this.

So, after a fashion, we got (most) of them in and treated.

All apart from the boys who are due to go (because of the meat withdrawal period) and those who are still needing their fleeces off (I had dropped my sharpening stone at home, doh!). I only treat during the high risk period and after the fleeces have been removed so that there is almost a full year for it to wear out of the fleece. Arran, above, will be staying with me :o)

This year I used Click which protects for 16 weeks and will give me much needed peace of mind. The sheep do not seem to have been picking up any ticks so at least that it one worry less than in Argyll.

Another job done, the next thing will be to load up the boys. I can't imagine that they will cooperate...

but I don't really blame them!

Trekking around Grizedale

Today was glorious sunshine and Chris's cousin Jane and her son Cameron brought their horse Harley up to visit Danny and have a long ride out around Grizedale.

Harley is only a youngster and hasn't yet done a lot of longer distance treks where he has to cope with lots of stony tracks, hills, streams and bogs, but you wouldn't know it as he coped admirably. Because we only had two horses between three of us, we took it in turns to use a mountain bike as a third mount! It was a very hot day and occasionally little lizards scuttled off the track in front of us.

We stopped for lunch overlooking Coniston Water where there was a breeze to keep some of the pesky flies at bay. A few sailing boats glided across the surface and I imagined what a blissful day it would be on the sparkling water. One thing missing from this ride was a cooling dip for both horses and riders; perhaps I could find a way to build this in next time!

The horses had a good munch on the lovely wild grasses and a drink from a stream while we enjoyed the view and some butties.

Then it was time to mount up again and follow the dusty tracks through the forest. The extremely dry weather this year means that the tracks are very hard and we had to limit ourselves to walking most of the time.

It was so hot that none of us felt overly speedy anyway and the horses stepped out smartly, covering the ground with ease despite our thinking that they might lack a bit of fitness, so that there was no need to push them on.

We were very pleasantly surprised at how fit Danny and Harley are. In the end we were out for five hours and they both looked fresh as little daisies on arriving back at the farm. Things are looking good for some more adventures this summer!

Our Fairytale Handfasting Ceremony

We had a beautiful day for our wedding with wonderful friends. Thank you everyone for making it so special. Enjoy the photos, they are full of happiness :-)

Shearing Time

I had an aim...

The aim was to get all of the sheep sheared before the wedding...

But May was horrendous. Cold and wet and no one around here dared shear early. However, this week it has warmed up again and I decided to jump in and get those lovely fleeces off.

I make no secret about it, I am no great professional shearer. I hand shear my own animals every year and every year I get a little bit better (after initially seeming a little bit worse having had no experience since the previous season).

I like to roo the sheep where possible. Shetlands are an ancient breed and many of them will still naturally shed their fleeces: this is called rooing and their fleeces can often just be plucked off. People bred out this tendency to shed wool to stop this valuable fiber being lost in the fields and hedgerows. However, it takes ages and often seems rather uncomfortable for the animal if the fleece is still too well attached to just lift off. Even though I'm slow, hand shearing is still quicker.

Because the Shetland fleeces are valuable and are privately sold to hand spinners and felters, I try to be careful about the way I shear them. The fleece grows a certain amount each year, the length of this growth is called the "staple".

At the end of each growing season, there is usually a natural weak point in the fleece where it would break off. This weak point is called the "rise".

Here on Rosie's fleece, the rise can be seen clearly as a line where the fibres are thinner. I try to shear along this line in order to preserve the full natural staple length of the fleece.

Machine clipping is far more practical when there are many sheep to be sheared but it does scalp the sheep rather and goes under the rise so removing some of the next year's growth and leaving the tips of the wool fibres blunt ended. When wool that has been cut beneath the rise is carded, little lengths break off at that natural weak point and there can be rather a lot of wastage. The blunt ended fibres can end up looking slightly felted and may not form the natural points that are characteristic of Shetland fleeces and help them to shed water.

Shearing is a bit of an art. You get better at it as you become more confident that you know the shape of the sheep and are not going to snip anything but wool!

My shears are quite big and extremely sharp. Blunt shears are more likely to cause nicks because they do not cut the fleece cleanly and can slip. By keeping the blade parallel to the sheep's body you get a neat even job and are unlikely to injure the animal. The weight of the fleece falling away from the body opens up the next line of fleece to cut.

When shearing you must never pull the fleece up yourself even though at times it is tempting, because it causes wrinkles in the skin which then almost inevitably get nicked or sliced. Pulling the skin taught flat across the body (as you would when waxing your legs!) can be useful when doing the belly though.

For the most part I really enjoy shearing, but it is really physical work. Because Chris's headaches mean that he can't do a lot of bending down (it brings on an attack and causes him to go blind in one eye... not very helpful for shearing!) I'm pretty much on my own, although he is useful at handing stuff over and helping to catch the next animal.

Some of the girls were lovely to shear, but when I came to do my 8 shearling tups it was a different matter. They have been turned out on a nature reserve for months and virtually untouched. They are BIG, well muscled from climbing over walls and escaping, curly horned and very woolly. Although a few rooed, most were a nightmare to shear because it is their lamb fleece (very long and thick) and having had no trauma (such as raising a lamb) most had no natural break in their fleeces.

I was very sore and bruised after doing five of them!

It is now just a few days before my wedding and it is raining. No shearing today. The first guests will be arriving tomorrow and there is no way I'll get any more done now.

However, I've pretty much done it. All 14 girls done, five of the boys and Tolly. Just three boys left and they won't take any harm for another week. Tomorrow afternoon I will get the girls and lambs treated with blow fly preventative and moved to their new nature reserve pasture.

They look a little bald, but I'm sure Rosie and pals are happy with their new styles really!

Handfasting Cord

I was in a real quandary over what to do about the cord for our handfasting. I looked on-line and found some lovely ones to buy, but they were quite expensive and somehow it didn't seem personal enough. So I sat down this evening with my felting, spinning and beading kit and just played about until an idea emerged.

Fleece from Tolly and Robina (both very pale grey) to represent our flock and love of animals; green for our way of life, finances, fertility, luck, success energy, charity, growth, rejuvenation, prosperity, nurturing, beauty, health, ambition, and to counteract greed and jealousy; red for Chris's beloved Liverpool FC but also will, passion, strength, fertility, courage, health and vigour. The little charms are glass leaves and little paper rosebuds. Leaves for life and vitality, pink rosebuds for perfect happiness, and white for worthiness. 


I'm really happy with it :o) 

Wooden Wedding Rings

So what tokens do conservationists exchange at their handfasting ceremony? We thought that wooden rings would be gorgeous and managed to find these. They are handmade in Scotland by The Wood Hut, from windfall trees.

Mine will be made from Yew, Maple and Walnut.

while Chris's will be fashioned from Oak and Yew.

All of the trees that provided these woods have ancient symbolism associated with them.

The mystical Yew is a tree of transformation and new beginnings. 

Maple tree meanings include balance, promise and practicality.

Oak is a tree representing strength and stability.

Walnut is a tree of passion, broad-horizons and spontanaety. 


Let's hope that they bring these characteristics to our marriage!

The Besom Broom

As part of our handfasting ceremony, Chris and I will be leaping over a broomstick!

Many people will recognise this custom as being part of old wedding ceremonies performed by Gypsies and early American slaves, when couples “Jumped the Broom” to cross the threshold of their new homes ensuring fertility, domestic harmony and longevity.  
Jumping the broom continues today in modern hand-fasting rituals, when as part of the ceremony, the bridal couple will jump across a decorated besom as conformation of their commitment to each other.  


The couple jump the besom together, hand in hand to show that they are two parts of a whole, working together towards a bright new future and all it holds. This jumping of the besom becomes a leap of faith so to speak that they take together. Faith in each other to face what life has ahead for them both good and bad. The besom broom is taken home by the couple and hung over the bed or over the front door - bringing fertility and blessings to the relationship and their home.

For Chris and I, jumping the broom will be the last stage in our ceremony before the popping of corks and general merriment commences.