Travels to the far north: Yell to West Mainland

After the trauma of Harry's breakdown...which really turned out to be

nothing at all to be concerned about, we spent a peaceful night beside the beach at West Sand Wick and it was just the ticket! The sight waiting to meet us in the morning was just wonderful; the sun was shining through and the wind just blew a calm north easterly. Some early morning photography was just the order of the day. We had the place to ourselves all morning until a lady we now know as Anne turned up on her bike. We sat chatting for some time whilst she waited for her husband David, who had been out fishing, to arrive. Some time passed and Anne was a little concerned that David was taking a little longer than she expected to arrive so we offered her the use of a mobile phone and she called him. Half an hour later he turned up with a load of fresh filleted mackerel for us!

Anne and David told us of a newly constructed marina with a small touring site at Burravaoe on the south west of the island, complete with a much-needed washing machine. Later in the day we headed in that direction just after I had caught sight of my first Shetland bumble bee!

The lovely beach at West Sand Wick

On the causeway at the Wick of Vatsetter

Cooking up the mackerel fillets kindly given to us the day before

The morning view over Vatsetter with mist rolling down from the Ness of Lussetter

The view on the Wednesday morning with the salmon farm in near distance

On our way to catch the ferry at Ulsta we once again pass The 'Windhouse' where Skeletons were found beneath the floor and walls. It is now believed by many to be haunted and I do not think we would argue over that possibility!