Last trip back
I have arrived back in Shetland for final onslaught. The mosaics are finished, the concrete has been finished completely during my three-week absence and the tillers are ready to go, so we are all set!
I am staying in Voe again, in Martin’s house, overlooking the Olna Firth. This time I have arrived to a blaze of bluebells everywhere. Martin has the most beautiful garden full of trees (very rare in Shetland) and so it is almost like being in a mini bluebell wood. The first night, straight from the plane, we walked past the white church, skirting the water’s edge around to the Pierhead pub and ate mussels harvested fresh from the voe in front of us.
The evenings are lovely are long; darkness descends around 11, but even then not entirely and it is light already by 3.
