Shetland either bewitches you or you never want to return someone said to me this morning and today was a bewitching day, it cast it’s magic, the land was lit by the late afternoon sun, showing the black scarring of the peat lines cut in the amber, lilacs and browns of the autumn moors.
The sun is setting about 4pm, it is like a race to be a part of the fading light the last of the day before the night takes a hold, another day passing, today was a glorious one with blue skies and that special light of these isles, like crystal, reflected from the sea. I need to take time to just absorb this land, it is a place of edges, textures, darkness and light, beauty and foreboding.
