Rustle me up a Shetland Pony will you?

Man O’ War recently arrived in the Shetlands from Norway on leg two of this summer’s quest to navigate the North West Passage with a couple of requests to bring a Shetland Pony or two back to NZ.

Despite being pretty sure that we didn’t really want to abscond anywhere with a miniature Pony, we thought what the hell and went off in search of a couple of stray ones to bring home. Having snuck up on a pretty suitable looking candidate for potential relocation to fairer climes we were unfortunately foiled at the last minute by the arrival of the Shetland Islands Search and Rescue chopper and had to beat a hasty retreat back to the boat. Leaving afore mentioned miniature pony behind, dammit!

Luckily our escape was covered by a fog bank rolling in from the North Sea and as such we figured we had covered our tracks and made our escape pretty well. And that we thought was pretty much that, and would be the last we would hear of this unfortunate incident.

So the next day in glorious sunshine and in good spirit and clear conscience we left the Shetlands enroute to the Faroe Islands our next port of call.

But no further than a couple of miles off shore we heard the ominous beats of a chopper in hot pursuit. Sure enough the Search and Rescuse chopper had tracked us down and in no time were swinging an officer on board in an epically well executed maneuver.

After a quick look around and satisfied that there were no illicit Ponies on board the office bade us a friendly farewell, happily accompanied with a couple of bottles of Man O’ War’s finest drop for his troubles. All’s well that ends well!