in blue & white...
my great trek north, N by NE
Mousa emerges from nowhere clad in low clouds...
Now we approach Cunningsburgh;
and dream of sheep in nordic blue...
Back to Bressay and Noup of Noss.
Slush and ice stick to bus tyres and slowly find ourselves in
time has become irrelevant...
a favourite sight in all seasons - wir local breed of horses!
Arrival in the capital,
school bells will have
to be patient...
Lerwck's just like Edinburgh in miniature... It is hilly!
Now we're just about
the final roundabout,
as we're aiming
to hit da Knab!
A reassuring building on our headland,
minutes away from our carpark for the reminder of the day.
If St Christopher remains the patron of us, travelers - St Andrew kept us from peril on this last of November.