Sunday Musings: Shetland, by Ann Cleeves One of the fun things about blogging is the surprises it can bring your way. When I was happily snapping my way around Shetland in the summer I had absolutely no idea that come Autumn I would be seeing...
Shetland is an archipelago to the very north of Scotland, a group of islands with the Atlantic ocean to one side and the North Sea to the other, this is as north as the British Isles get. Here are the ways Shetland will surprise and...
Hufsie cake. After devouring a Hufsie cake in my first week in Shetland it immediately won my ‘this is what I’m going to bake and blog from Shetland’, especially after munching though buttered slices of it at the Sunday Teas too. Hufsie cake is a light...
Midsummer in Shetland, diary for week four (part 2). For our final few days in Shetland we had headed up to Northmavine where we spent a wonderful evening with Ewen and Kit in their gorgeously Scandinavian-style home along with some of their friends. I’d taken...
Shetland in Midsummer, diary for week four (part one) (I’m splitting this final diary week into two parts rather than trying to pack it all into one post!) From out of the creel Ewen pulled out a magnificent lobster, vividly blue and glistening with sea water which...
Midsummer in Shetland, diary for week three. Suddenly we found ourselves back on the Shetland Mainland this week. On our last evening on Fetlar our fridge flickered to alert us that our gas has run out, the gas that heated our water, cooked our food...
Midsummer in Shetland, diary for week two. We were walking under a lead grey sky on a board walk snaking through boggy peat moorland towards the sea cliffs of Hermaness. Bonxies swooped and chased each other over the heather, one stood ominously next to the...
Midsummer in Shetland: Diary for week one. I’ve now been in Shetland for a week, and already I’ve been – as previously mentioned – chased from a field by bonxie birds, ran the gauntlet walking through the world’s third largest colony of them six days...
Postcards from Southern Shetland, We rolled off the overnight ferry from Aberdeen to be greeted by an overcast morning in Lerwick. From the deck of the ship I’d stood for a moment, shivering, taking in the view as the ferry slowly made its way up...
