We were slow getting started on Monday, and what with one thing and another it was after three in the afternoon by the time we reached Scalloway. I think of Scalloway as Shetland's second town - until 1708 it was the islands' capital - but the internet calls it a village (population about 900 in the 2011 census). Its main claim to fame is as the base of the Shetland bus wartime operation linking Shetland and occupied Norway. D. and ![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png)
valydiarosada went to the museum to learn more about this, while durham_rambler and I explored the castle, and then set off to walk the waterfront art trail:
Scalloway seemed brighter, smarter than I remembered. This tells you as much about my memory as about the town: I didn't remember that row of brightly painted houses, but Flickr tells me I have photographed them before, ten years ago. The boutique hotel looks new, but maybe it's just a redesign. The art trail, though, is described as "another step in the regeneration of Scalloway's historic Waterfront," so maybe something is afoot. The artworks themselves weren't special; my favourite would be Jo Redman's squabbling tirricks (arctic terns) at the far end - indeed, well beyond the end - of the trail, at the terminal for the Foula ferry.
By now D. andvalydiarosada had caught up with us, and drove us on a tour of the islands linked to Scalloway by bridges: it must have been the end of the working day, because there was a constant stream of traffic along the single track roads, but people were generous about pulling in to passing places, we took it gently, the sun shone and the views were stupendous.
valydiarosada went to the museum to learn more about this, while durham_rambler and I explored the castle, and then set off to walk the waterfront art trail:Scalloway seemed brighter, smarter than I remembered. This tells you as much about my memory as about the town: I didn't remember that row of brightly painted houses, but Flickr tells me I have photographed them before, ten years ago. The boutique hotel looks new, but maybe it's just a redesign. The art trail, though, is described as "another step in the regeneration of Scalloway's historic Waterfront," so maybe something is afoot. The artworks themselves weren't special; my favourite would be Jo Redman's squabbling tirricks (arctic terns) at the far end - indeed, well beyond the end - of the trail, at the terminal for the Foula ferry.
By now D. and
valydiarosada had caught up with us, and drove us on a tour of the islands linked to Scalloway by bridges: it must have been the end of the working day, because there was a constant stream of traffic along the single track roads, but people were generous about pulling in to passing places, we took it gently, the sun shone and the views were stupendous.
