Almost the last day here.
I catch the ferry tomorrow evening. This week has been cold and grey and wet and very windy. It’s difficult to draw when the wind tears at the paper and ruffles and flips the drawing book over. Next time, heavy duty elastic bands to hold the page down, I think.
And yes, definitely a next time. Shetland is extraordinary though I’m still not really sure why. It’s at least partly the rapid change in weather. The morning may be grey, low clouds obscuring the hills and sea. Then suddenly the sea turns cobalt, the sky is cerulean, the lochs are deep ultramarine and what had been sour, sodden raw umber lumps turn lavender, jade, rose, cream as the sun shines.