WellI won't comment on the football on case you haven't heard the result. Watched the first half in the youth hostel in the company of a French family, two German ladies, and assorted Brits. Then the rest in a hotel bar with mostly locals, pkus supper and a pint of Orkney brewery's Corncrake ale. Then it was a rush to the ferry, and a blacked-out cabin as two occupants had come all the way from Aberdeen. I crept in, used the en-suite facilities: the toilet flush sounded like a foghorn. Oops.
When I woke we were just arriving in sunny Lerwick on a crystal clear morning. Warm, sunny, hardly a cloud in the sky. "Don't worry, it'll change soon" said the hostel warden as I left my bags. Full Scottish breakfast at the community centre next door, £3, and ready to go.
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