sheep!

Last weekend I went on a trip with some friends to a summer-house near geysir. We visited a farm on the Saturday to watch the sheep-shearing there. Here's a (incredibly bad, sorry!) piccie

The ones on the right are waiting to be sheared, and the rather pathetic looking things on the left are the sheared sheep. I'm a city girl through and through (probably the only person in history ever to have been thrown off an Icelandic horse), so I kept my distance from the sheep (except the ones that came up sneakily from behind and started nibbling my jeans). But one of our party impressed us all by straddling a sheep, grabbing it's horns and wrestling it towards the shearers. We were greeted there by an incredibly friendly sheep dog who insisted on going up to each person in turn and placing his paws on their chest while wagging his tail furiously. This would have been a lot more enjoyable for us if he hadn't been covered in sheep muck. The whiff of sheep followed us round the rest of the weekend, but what the hell!

We had perfect weather the whole weekend. That is to say, it rained the whole time, which gave us the perfect excuse for just sitting around chatting, knitting, reading, drinking etc without having to feel guilty about it. Very relaxing!