We set off northwards, first driving around half of Muckle Row, an island reached by a small bridge and only partly accessible.
After a coffee and tea break at Busta House, as we continued our drive, Finlay suddenly slammed on the brakes and did a quick reverse in the road. He thought he had spotted a pair of Red Throated Divers by the road, Sorry I'm not a twitcher and don't know what these are. There were definitely two ducks in the pond so we took photos and drove on??
Our stop for lunch was Hillswick and an old fashioned hostelry, which was once the destination for P&O passengers landing in Shetland.
Just next door was a seal sanctuary run on a purely voluntary basis. The baby seals looked appealing but smelt appalling!!
We drove on again to visit a grave yard,
Donald Robertson's Gravestone, Esha Ness, Shetland
The stone is engraved with an inscription, with a copy on a plaque:
"DONALD ROBERTSON, born 14th January 1785, died 4 June 1843, aged 63 years.
He was a peaceable, quiet man and to all appearance a sincere Christian.
His death was much regretted which was caused by the stupidity of Laurence Tulloch in Clothister (Sullom) who sold him nitre instead of Epsom salts by which he was killed in the space of 5 hours after taking a dose of it."
We passed dragons teeth....
and arches in the sea stacks.....
.....until we finally arrived at Eshaness and after a brief toilet stop we were at the cliff tops near the light house. We had been promised a different landscape and weren't disappointed. We stood in awe and trepidation (ie jelly legs, nowhere near the edge) looking at high volcanic cliffs. Finlay really worried Catherine as he balanced precariously taking photos, after all he had the car keys!!
Forgot to mention at the start but today we were accompanied by the lovely Greta