This time next week I’ll be somewhere else. That somewhere else will probably be the M6 northbound, but I’m heading further.
There will be boats:
There’ll be places for boats to tie up:
That’s because there’ll be rather a lot of sea:
There will be a fair amount of archaeology:
There will be, I expect, quite a lot of this sort of thing:
and this sort of thing:
There will, undoubtedly, be an awful lot of weather, and when I say ‘weather’ I mean weather, and that’s weather with knobs on, from mist to rain to howling gales to bright sun and back to mist, all in one day:
The place where a calm day is a day ‘between weathers’…
I’m going back to Shetland, I’m going back to Shetland, nah nah, nah nah… (dances round room). It’s OK, I’ll calm down soon. The M6 will probably dissipate a lot of my enthusiasm.
Pics, from the top: Leebitton; Hamnavoe; St Ninian’s Isle; Jarlshof; a pit stop at Frankies, the best fish and chop shop in the known universe and also Brae; sunset looking north from Leebitton; the Drongs; and the sea with Bressay and Noss on the horizon. And, incidentally, the matriarch on the blog header was photographed near Hamnavoe, between Meal beach and Hamnavoe.
And I must not buy too much wool. Or fluff. Or books about wool. Or books about fluff.
(Define how much is too much…)