A Saturday aside

Weather and health. 

We've been lucky with the weather, as many of the photos show it's been relatively sunny. But there has been a perishing N wind for most of the trip. It really has been quite cold in the van on times, down to 3⁰ some mornings. Definite need for the heater! But I'm writing this because it's raining! Boo! Looks to have eased so perhaps we can get out soon. 

Health, well this evil cold is set full on. Still keeping the shareholders in Kleenex well served. Really feeling a bit grok with it. Of course the cold weather doesn't help!

Anyway, yet another trip to Lerwick, mainly for us to find the Wool Week hub and lounge and for Liz to pick up the book she ordered (this week's annual). It's very well organised. The lounge is comfortable with coffee and biscuits and a map of the location of participants

Yes, Japan, Australia, S America, loads from the States. Makes Chandlers Ford quite local really. 

Onwards, there is one more wool shop Liz has yet to visit. This is the BIG ONE. We already decided that Liz would make me a fishermen's Gansey jumper and knew that the wool alone would leave little change from £100 (actually it turned out to be in the low 80s). Then she bought some sale wool for a jumper for her, another 18 or so balls of differing colour Fairisle yarns, and finally some lace weight wool with the accompanying pattern. Well, we'll probably only do this once and she is well stocked for projects for a goodly while now. 

But I bet that's not the end of it!

It's cold, the weather is dry but with spiteful showers so perhaps a little drive and then back to the van, whack the heater on and have a chill evening. 

We head out to the east to the Burra peninsula. It's really difficult to capture all the small islands, especially on a grey day. I've enhanced this snap a little bit it's still rubbish

Now the real reason for heading this way is that I would love to get to The Outpost on Easy Burra, at Houss, literally the end of the road. The Outpost is run by some Australian who has wallabies and budgerigars etc to remind him of home. He also, apparently brews a few types of cider, some with real kick which he generously shares with visitors. My sort of bloke. 

But it's cold, very cold and with my nasty cough I make a rare sanity call and head back. A sad evening sitting in the van with the heater on (roasting, it really is incredibly efficient) but chance to catch up with some reading and sort stuff out ready for Liz's first class tomorrow.

Just 36 miles today