My annual pilgrimage to Shetland is now over (and it didn’t last nearly long enough). Book’s have been read, books have been bought, lots of books have been added to wish lists and I’ve got to organise myself for work tomorrow. Good things about being back are the prospect of a first-class catch up with the blonde and others, and a proper catch up here and across the blogosphere. The rest of it feels a bit dismal (the city is not wearing its most enchanting face tonight). Still give me a few days and I’m sure it’ll feel like I was never away... (I started that sentence meaning to cheer myself up, but can’t help but feel it went a bit wrong somewhere along the line).
As my father pointed out (several times, especially after my last post) it didn’t rain all the time, or even most of the time, and we had a pretty amazing visit topped off by an Otter swimming just feet away from us as we were admiring the scenery last night. Shetland is dear to my heart so fair warning – there will be a good few pictures over the next few weeks!