14.07.2016 - 16.07.2016 12 °C
Our adventure on The Day After We Saw Killer Whales was a little more low-key - which is probably just as well, as it would have been exhausting to sustain that level of excitement for too long. Sometimes you just have to calm your farm, as Dunny would say.
So on Thursday we took a nice, calm drive to St Ninian's Isle, which is separated from the mainland by the most beautiful double-sided beach... To use the correct term, it is actually the UK's largest active tombolo, but since I had never heard of a tombolo before, let's just call it a sandbar and then we should all be on the same page. The only creatures willing to swim at this beach were dogs - all the humans were suitably rugged up for protection against the Shetland wind.
We enjoyed a gentle stroll around St Ninian's, which had all the charms of Noss, but on a smaller scale. And we didn't get attacked by bonxies. And there were no killer whales. But there were cliffs, and rocks sticking out of the water majestically, and sea birds of various shapes and sizes so it was still a worthy place to practise Appreciating Beauty and Excellence.
After our walk, we went to Spiggie Hotel for lunch, and enjoyed some hearty fare, including sticky toffee pudding - because there was room in our bellies AND room in the budget. From there it was back into Lerwick to give Ringo back to his rightful owners, and then bus back home.
Friday was a fairly chilled out day, because it seems cruel to rush on a Friday. The weather was rubbish - the normally energetic dogs thought that sleeping indoors was a much better option than going for a walk. We braved it and walked to Scatness Broch, just past the airport. We jumped on a tour with an awkward guide, who seemed slightly annoyed that people wanted to be shown around. She had a tendency to leave uncomfortable pauses in her presentation, and made a fairly mediocre attempt at engaging the two small children. Even Simon couldn't get much of a smile out of her! The Iron Age remains were fairly heavily sandbagged for support, but you could still use your imagination and conjure up images of what the settlement may have been like. And all the while, there was a nearly constant parade of aeroplanes and helicopters going overhead. Juxtaposition, anyone? At the end of the Tour of Awkwardness, we were taken into a reconstruction building where we were told "here is a fire". It happened to be a smoky peat fire, with the end result being that we all smelled like a bottle of Laphroaig for the rest of the day.
Saturday's weather was even worse, so we attempted a couple of brief, brisk walks with the dogs before doing some ideal wet weather activities - tea drinking, photo sorting, oinking, emailing, sudoku-ing, grocery shopping, and making sure that the television and couch were both still working. A housesitter's work is never done.