I'm currently making my way back home via Inverness - where the temperature is bearable, to middle England, which by all accounts is still stiflingly hot. I'm not feeling especially enthusiastic about either the heat or being back at work on Monday morning, but there's nothing I can do about either.
Shetland has been having pretty much the best summer anyone can remember. My father says the only better one he can remember was 1970, his first year there. We had glorious sunshine quite a lot of the time, even when cloud was threatened, until this morning when we woke up to thick fog. For a moment it looked like we might have to stay, but then sadly it brightened up.
There are so many things I love about Shetland, but what I miss the most when I leave is how accesable the landscape is, and the really spectacular wildlife in it (keeping in touch with people is altogether easier). Anyway, here are a few pictures of the last few weeks. I can't wait to go back.