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Two days of hiding from the weather, mostly: Wednesday on Yell was grey and windy, yesterday on Unst was grey and wet. Today was brighter, and this makes more difference than I ever imagine, but even the grey days are not as depressing as they sound.
A whistle-stop tour of the north of Yell took us to the Gloup memorial, erected for the centenary of the disastrous storm in 1881 in which ten fishing boats and 58 lives were lost. Now it seems unbelievable that so many people could ever have lived here, but even at the height of the herring boom, it must have been devastating. Our next stop was at the point where a path led down to the golden sands of Breckon. We were tempted, and followed it far enough to admire the view - which also exposed us to the wind, and we retreated. I took the opportunity to admire the abandoned farm:
For the full Shetland scene, you'd need to be able to see the sheep, which is hidden by the corner of the shed: but I know it's there, which is the main thing.
( Further adventures )
A whistle-stop tour of the north of Yell took us to the Gloup memorial, erected for the centenary of the disastrous storm in 1881 in which ten fishing boats and 58 lives were lost. Now it seems unbelievable that so many people could ever have lived here, but even at the height of the herring boom, it must have been devastating. Our next stop was at the point where a path led down to the golden sands of Breckon. We were tempted, and followed it far enough to admire the view - which also exposed us to the wind, and we retreated. I took the opportunity to admire the abandoned farm:
For the full Shetland scene, you'd need to be able to see the sheep, which is hidden by the corner of the shed: but I know it's there, which is the main thing.
( Further adventures )
