Day 17 (6th July 2022)

 Turns out those killer birds divebombing my head could have been Skuas. Van the Man suggested the idea, and when I google imaged them, they looked suspiciously similar. All those times I've sung their praises, the ungrateful beasts. This picture doesn't really show them in their best light, as it were, but have you ever tried taking a picture of an animal hell bent on knocking your head off?

Our last day on the Shetlands was a bit dull - we did the kind of stuff that doesn't really make interesting reading, chores like laundry and trying not to get absolutely bloody drenched in the dreich. Had an excellent lunch in Lerwick though. "C'est la vie" got top marks from the both of us.

Our return journey to the Orkneys on MV Hrossey takes us conveniently past stop #37

FAIR ISLE 

Of course, Fair Isle also refers to the shipping forecast area we were sailing through too! We didn't manage to arrange enough time to visit and set foot on the Isle unfortunately. I'm told it is as rugged as it is pretty. 

My pic attracted quite a lot of attention as a few people had also come out on deck to watch the island as we sailed past. We have come to the conclusion that Scottish Island men are more than happy to let their wives do all the talking.

To my utter embarrassment, I had forgotten to pay my bill for the campsite on Shetland so I sent a grovelling email begging for forgiveness and promising to pay the very second they sent me their bank details. Some confusion over a key, not that I ever used or needed one while we were there. I'm sure all will become clearer later.

Arrived very late at the campsite in Stromness and we've probably woken up all our neighbours. 

Bad campers. 

Allons-y 

Douglas Germinal CCXXIV Brain over and out