After months of planning, dreaming, and wondering if such a thing could ever really happen, Kath, Jean and I boarded our flight to Shetland.
An hour later we had landed and began the search for our rental car. This might sound strange for anyone who hasn't been to Shetland. The procedure here is a bit different than most places. When I phoned to book the car they said they didn't have an office at the airport. I asked how we would then be able to get our car, and they said not to worry. They would have someone drop it off at the airport and it would be waiting for us. When I asked how we would get the key I was again told not to worry. They would leave the car unlocked, and the key under the floor mat.
We drove into Lerwick, the main city in Shetland. We walked around, looking at some shops and stopping at the very helpful tourist information centre. After a wonderful dinner at the restaurant at the museum we headed off to Burrastow House, the guesthouse we have booked for the first three nights of our stay.
This turned out to be quite the adventure. Burrastow is located about 30 miles out of Lerwick, and by the time we left the restaurant it was dark. Normally this wouldn't be a problem, but I was driving on the left side of the road for the first time in my life, we had very vague directions as to how to get there, and got a nasty surprise for the last few miles as the road turned to a single track.
It was an amazing experience to wake up the next morning and be greeted by this scene.
I love this picture of Jean modelling her Relax sweater. The colours in the sweater blend in perfectly with the background.
After breakfast we drove back to Lerwick and had a terrific day. We went to the museum, where we were greeted by staff wearing four different styles of vests, all incorporating the same Fair Isle design.
They were incredibly friendly, and the lady on the right took us on a tour of the textile portion of the museum. Here's Jean examining some Shetland lace.
We looked in shops, made a few purchases, had a terrific lunch, visited the Bod of Gremista, and looked around the harbour area.
This time the drive to the Burrastow seemed much shorter. Being able to see where we were going really helped. Just before we got to the guesthouse we encountered these sheep on the road.
Kath and I decided we had time to go out for a walk before dinner. The telephone booth out in the middle of nowhere had us laughing.
The French couple who own the guesthouse prepared a delicious dinner.
It was the perfect finish to a perfect day.