walking home, 3pm

Arriving at Sumburgh Head Lightouse residency, my Shetland home for the next 3 weeks.

                    

A twenty four hour journey travelling the length of Britain, from London to Lerwick, Shetland.

The boat was a blur of darkness with a heavy sleep deprived head and a swinging stomach. I was the only one on deck to watch the flashing Christmas lights of Aberdeen disappear into darkness. 

I remember waking around midnight and the boat feeling motionless. We must be at Orkney, I thought. I half considered dragging myself out of bed to look at it in the darkness, but fell asleep again before the thought really formed. 

In the morning I went out on deck just as we were arriving into Lerwick and was surprised by the light. At 7am there was a glow on the horizon, and the men on deck took photographs of each other in the bright neon light. The air smelt like the sea, which you never get in Norway.