What better place to chill out after a hard day's work in the classroom but the serenity of the shore? Add to it a fisheye and... Voilà!
Earlier on this afternoon, Anita and I just did that and we left today's stress to the mercy of the North Atlantic, as we descended on Meal Beach with our cameras. Miss Orheim provided her natural joie de vivre, Norwegian coffee - I, my smile and the motor. The seclusion of the sand provided the perfect playground for imagination. We stepped on it defences down and clicked away like two children. Please check out this link Anita Orheim
Unexpected meeting with...
As we kneeled down to bruck* level, a black labrador drew nearer, followed by a yellow pair of wellies and red jacket. Friendly eyes met for the first time. The mystery Man turned even friendlier once we unveiled our forenames and informal chit-chat... "Hi, I'm Neil... We moved last November..."
Neil, new to the island... Could it be? Yes, Neil in Shetland in the flesh! Bloggers unite!!! Oh, please, have a peep at the man's e-diary. Neil in Shetland I like its author's philosophy :).
Neil, we will meet again.
And thus we returned to our triv an bruck, as man and dog made their way back to the cosiness of their home.
Two happy bairns free like two birds, watching selkies in the vastness of the ocean... Locked in capsules of carelessness - firmly anchored in one moment. The waterline remains a friend. Back in the safety of the car, we toasted to trolls and Norway, the magic of our nordic roots, as the sky unleashed trillions of beads through pouring clouds. I shall treasure this experience. And if the world was not enough, I am now learning Norwegian - hence adding a new string to my bow!
...What better way to share the shore?
Wi twartree shetlan wirds
triv an bruck: bits and pieces