I miss my place in Voe. I still own it and rent it out, but its uncertain if we'll move back there or not. I'd love to, but in deference to Mrs D who is from a large family in Cov that shes very close to and her health I can foresee that we may not
I miss switching the lights off and watching the weather hammer in off the Atlantic, I miss occasionally seeing seals in the garden (the aquatic mammals, not American maritime special forces commandoes), I miss the Rayburn. I miss 5 hours of winter daylight, I miss the simmer din, I miss staying with friends in Lerwick during Up Helly Aa. I miss the onatant wind and the heavy rain, I miss the feel of man versus nature. I miss dropping into Shetlandic with the locals when Glaswegian tourists rattled on about Scottish nationalism, I miss the feel of living on the edge. I miss myself and everyone around me being properly prepared for sheet happening, all had water, blankets and non perishable food in our cars. I miss riding my motorbike up to Unst to see my mate Damien who joined the army with me.
I don't miss the fact that it required constant attention to keep it watertight and secure, smacking my head on the low lintels, not having a paved driveway so either having to struggle on with my Dads elderly SIIA landy or parking a normal car a few hundred yards away with the neighbours, frequent blackouts, and having to spend too much time in the summer storing up peat and wood for heat and cooking. I dont miss the drugs (a big problem in Lerwick and some of the larger settlements), I don't miss oil industry workers cutting up rough in the pub although that seemed to die off with the 90s.