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Septic Peg the Fortune Teller made her annual return to the North Isles of Shetland to read palms and see if the mists cleared on her crystal ball. She had a trip to Fetlar School with the Wicked Witch o da Nort, along with Primary 6 and 7 from Unst.

Fetlar Primary were marvellous hosts, and Peg did her best to fortell happy futures for the bairns.

In the evening she held court in Baltasound, and was visited by lots o the local bairns, who had clearly spent a lot of time and energy in creating their costumes.



You may find pictures of the bairns costumes on their school web pages,


As we had the kids with us we had to use conventional transport. The Witch drove, as Peg's mind was, as always, busy with important matters. (Like taking pictures with her mobile.)




Yes, it does look like she's not driving very carefully here, but relax, we were on the Bluemull ferry at this point.

What's been going on in Unst recently? School, and therefore work, has been back for 5 weeks now, so life seems pretty normal again, as had spent the summer being my boyfriend's bidey-in in Norway.

We've had the Unst show, where they have competitions for best Lots Of Things. Like cattle, sheep, ponies, baking, arts and crafts, photography, etc. Everyone turns out in abundance, and we spend the day between the show ring, coffee stand, the hall where all the baking and crafts are, and of course the beer tent. Following this is an evening concert where we are entertained by a varied display of talent.



The Hen Race





My pal John with his friend.





My daugher Anna's winning ticket for her Queen cakes!



There have been some weekends of points and cup races for the dinghies and Shetland Maids. At least I think there were, some of them were definitely cancelled due to the weather. I meant to get out there in the safety boat for some photos, but no luck, it just didn’t happen.


These are a couple of pictures from the Uyeasound Regatta a few years ago, just to let you see what a Shetland Maid looks like. (No, they're not the rather handsome looking chaps, the maid is the BOAT!)







So, with the summer over and autumn upon us (this never lasts long, we usually skip pretty fast straight to winter) we’re now celebrating the summer’s achievements.

This Saturday we have the Unst Show Dance where trophies and cups are awarded to all the winners. The dancing is Shetland dancing, which is really a variation of Scottish dancing I suppose. It’s great fun, and all fuelled by a good dose of something from the bar, or perhaps from one of the whiskey-filled trophy cups.

Next weekend we have the sailing club doo - another night of dancing, with a meal and trophy presentation during the evening. The cups are once more passed round the company, containing whiskey, or perhaps rum, as it’s a bunch o hardened sailors filling them up!

Last weekend there was a wedding on the island. It was a fine day, the wind and rain held off, which was a mercy as the wedding party and guests walked from Kirk to Hall in the traditional Unst way. At the head of the procession were two fiddlers, followed by a man with a shotgun (don’t ask, I’m not sure of the reason!), then the bride and groom, wedding party, and all the guests. At the tail end were ‘sweepers’, two men with old-fashioned broomsticks, sweeping the road clear. I was photographer for the day, and had to climb onto a roof to get those pictures. I nearly met with disaster when the guy with the shotgun fired it off just when they were approaching, and I almost dropped the camera! However, it was my lucky day, as I managed to get a good shot of the procession with a cloud of smoke about a meter away from the gun!

Victoria the bride has kindly given her permission to use the photo here.



The weekend before that was the henny party. Well, it was a good laugh, I can tell you. The theme was the movie Hairspray, so we had a busload of ladies all decked out in 50’s style garb, being very noisy and more than a little merry. We travelled to Voe on Mainland Shetland for our meal, and went to a couple pubs in Brae before heading back to Unst via the East Yell hall. We finished the night with a bit of a disco in the Baltasound Hall.

This weekend I start my Navigation class, an RYA course which runs for 3 Saturdays in a row. I’m looking forward to that, and want to be prepared, but all we have to take with us is our lunch and a 2B pencil! Ok, and a cheque book. I guess that’s the catch!

I also started a digital photography class last night. I’ve been taking photos for years, and I sell them throughout Shetland, but I still don’t know how to work my Sony SLR properly. Well, it was well worth starting the class, even in one evening I learned more than I’d taught myself over the last 2 years. The aim is to be using my camera on the manual setting by the end of the 10 weeks.

Norwegian class only starts in the New Year. It’s just as well really, as I’d never fit everything in if it was running now. After 6 weeks of being fairly lazy this summer I came back to Unst and started going to football, netball and squash. I was hoping to lose some of the ‘love handles’ around my middle, and you’d think that after 5 weeks of effort there’d be some results, but NO. I look no different at all, and neither do my scales. However, I do feel better, so I guess I’m doing something right.

In three weeks I am off to Norge again, it’s the October break (yes already!) and I am therefore free for a fortnight. Well, free-ish, I will have my bairns for the second half of the break, so for the first week I will be going ‘home’ to Norway. For the second week the bairns and I will be joining some friends from Trondra - Diamondbigdodette and co, and I hope Scallowawife will be making an appearance too.

This weekend my boyfriend is racing in a regatta. I’m a bit miffed, as I managed to get to that particular one last year, and I loved it. But this year we have no ferry to Norway from Shetland, so going to Norway for a weekend is really slightly out of the question - plane tickets are somewhat more expensive than the ferry. However, I’m sure I can manage to enjoy myself in Unst; we seem to be quite good at entertaining ourselves here!




Last years regatta at Fedje.

So, life is busy as usual, I think Unst has a way of keeping you on your toes. Living here offers so many opportunities; often we’re spoilt for choice.

This is not a long blog, at least there won't be much writing. Just some photos of the two weeks we spent on the beautiful Fortito. Fortito is, of course, a yacht, and is my boyfriend's Other Woman.

We sailed south from Bergen and picked up my kids from the airport en route. (Hey, that's a bit o french there. And you thought I would be flashing my norsk about!) Next stop was with some friends at a summer house, where some sailing buddies had gathered. It was great to see them all, most had been in the Shetland Race so it was a bit of a reunion.

From there we went further south, stopping at a water park for a couple days, then on to Leirvik, Skudeneshavn, Stavanger, Jorpeland, Espevår, Baldersheim, and some other places that for the life o me I canna mind. We had a really good time, although as you can probably understand we had some low points as well as highs. Overall it was a really good fortnight, where we all learned a lot, and I got a good tan!

Ok, enuf o the rambling, on wi the photees.











































Well, that's that. No time for much detail, just ask if you want to ken whar somthin is!

Well I've been here nearly three weeks now, since the Saturday after school shut.

At least, I should say for the most part of the three weeks, as Arne n me went a quick trip to Oslo the day after I arrived. It wasn't just a sightseeing tour, we had a purpose - we had tickets to see The Boss! (That's Bruce Springsteen for those o you not oot o nappies.) The concert was great, really good to see the man himself in action, and I liked Oslo too. (Though obviously not as much as I like Bergen. Have to say that, stayin where I'm stayin, you understand....)

On the way there we had to drive through a really really long tunnel. I think maybe the longest one in, well, maybe Northern Europe? It was about 40km long, and had these blue thingys in the middle, which were supposed to make you feel less claustrophobic. (My spell checker says thats a correct spelling but I'm having doubts..)




We stayed at a very very high hotel. Can't use the name of it on a BBC site I think, but well, it was high. (I could nearly see Unst from our room!)





Ok, you can't really see Unst, but that furthest away white blob on the left is the ski jump that they used for the Olympics or somethin many moons ago. We had a closer look on our last day there.



We also visited the Kon Tiki museum, and those of you who are a little older than myself may remember a crazy norski man sailing rather too far for comfort in a raft-like thingy. His name was Thor Heyerdahl, and he did it to prove the connections between the continents. He did at least four trips on such craft, each of them remarkable achievements in their own way




Last weekend we had to go a quick hop across to Storbritania (that's the UK to us Brits) for the purpose of going to my eldest daughter's new school's orientation weekend. (I'm lookin at my apostrophies here and wonderin...) I think I mentioned her school before, but in case you missed it, she's been accepted into a United World Colleges school to do her last year or two of school. The one she has been allocated is in India, and she is extremely excited about it. We met the other Brit who has got a place at the same school, a boy from London. It was nice to meet him and his parents, they're really nice folk.

Anyhoo, the englandshire trip was great too, and we were very grateful to Helga for coming with us. She knew exactly where to go, and amazingly could tell us where to turn even before we reached a junction! A huge bonus for me, a girl who lives on an island with a population of 500, and for Arne, a man that naturally drives on the wrong side o the road.

Helga is, of course, GPS, or SatNav as it's sometimes known.



This is a pic of Helga taking us a very welcome detour of that car park otherwise known as the M6. Her other talent was in predicing speed cameras with great accuracy. Arne reckons Helga saved us a fortune.

We stayed in a lovely peedie Inn in Bewdley, right on the riverbank, and it had the whole low beam thing goin on, Arne had to duck a lot. I think next time we go to england we take a crash helmet with us.



This is the view from one of the windows in our room. A bit different from the Oslo view!

This next shot is Bewdley.






On way back to the airport we took a scenic route through Stratford, Warwick, and Cambridge. I think there was a lot more besides, but you know, Helga was in charge and I was just doing as I was told. She did let us stop for a while in Cambridge though.




This was some peedie chapel thing that one o those English kings built a while ago. A bit before Bruce Springsteen and Kon Tiki even.

Arne liked it though, it was high enough that he didn't have to duck to get in the door.

This Saturday my four kids arrive, and we're going sailing. They come straight from the airport to the boat, and won't see dry land for, uh, at least, ok I wanted to shock you there and say something crazy like 5 months, but no, we're just going to meet up with some friends a bit further sooth. These would be the same friends from my previous blog, who sailed together with us on the Shetland Race, on the famous and beautiful Fortito. (Ok, Arne told me to write that, he's pouring over my shoulder here.)

Got to go, I have some stovsuging to do.

(PS, there was a problem publishing this post, so it's been delayed, and my kids have been here for a few days now. We're havin a ball, swimming, boating, fishing, all the stuff you do in the sea, and in great weather too. Update soon!)

Ok, back once more from life on the high seas. This time I did some of the Bergen - Shetland Races, and met some great people in the process.

I was on Arne's boat, called Fortito, and was one of 10 crew. I was pretty useless crew really, as due to an injury I stayed below decks, which in turn meant I spent the trip spewing, and the only useful contribution I made was as ballast.

However, on arrival in Lerwick I was able to spring into action, and my first useful contribution was to victual the boat. With beer, of course. And with that out of the way came the second priority - food. Good old fish and chips.

I can tell you, a haddock supper has never tasted as good as it did that day, on the deck of a yacht in the pouring rain, surrounded by good company and washed down with drams and lager.

My lack of contribution obviously had no detrimental effect on our race times, as we came third in class on that leg. Weyhey!!! We had a great night out after the prizegiving, and were joined by some friends from Unst.

I decided not to do the return trip to Bergen, as another trip confined to the cabin below decks did not appeal, and my injury need a little TLC. So instead I managed to get a lift on a local yacht so that I could take some photos of the start. That was a great idea, as I don't think I would have been able to stand on the pier watching them leave - I would have been jumping in and swimming to catch up!

They looked great going out o the Sooth Mooth o Lerwick harbour, right at the front of the pack. Well, almost. And it paid off, because they were second in class in that race - YES! Another great result! (Although it has made me question how useful my ballast actually was.)

Anyway, in time honoured Ruthodanort tradition, enough o the typing and onto the photos.


These first few are of the start in Norway. It was really exciting, I can tell you.

















We did a little tour to Unst one day, here's some of the crew at Saxa Vord, with Muckle Flugga in the background.





At the Unst Bus Shelter.





The start in Lerwick.





Fortito and the Bressay light.






Challenger, the boat that beat Fortito in the return leg, broaching as she sails out of Lerwick harbour. Don't worry, she was all back to rights in a few minutes.





Rounding Bressay, with Fortito on the inside.




So, Crew of Fortito!! Hope you don't mind me putting up your mugshots on my blog, but you all really made my second Shetland Race experience a fantastic one. Thanks guys! And thanks to my skipper too!

Every picture tells a story, they say, so this blog will have a lot of photos and not so much writing. No, I'm not being lazy, although I do have a crick in my neck from prolonged photo-size-adjustments, I just prefer the visual to the written. (I think it's to do with my short attention span.)

So, without further ado, I shall begin.


The trip across the sea from Baltasound to Norway was a bit lumpy, and about half o the bairns were sick. But they coped admirably with their malaise, and were jumping about on deck by the time we were in sight of Norway.


John Anderson, the Mate, at the wheel on our way east.





We passed through some oil fields.






Our first sight of land was Mount Alden, at Værlandet and Bulandet.





We were met on the pier by some good friends.





The local school had invited us to spend some time with them, and we took part in an orienteering class, a music class, and a hike.





Linda and Gry from Værlandet took a short trip on board the Swan.








In Værlandet someone has had the rather enterprising idea of a Fishing Net Hotel. Sounds strange? We thought so too, untill the it was explained. A fishing boat usually has more nets than they use on one trip to sea, I think it depends on which sort of fish they are after. So what do they do with the unused net when they're not able to look after it? Yup, they send it to the Fishing Net Hotel. There it is taken good care of, stored in a good environment, and fixed if required. And to get the net there, they just have to steam up to the pier and it is taken directly from the ship into the building via a pipe, where it is directed to its own room.











Next stop was Hardbakka, where another school had invited us for a visit.




We were tied up in the beautiful harbour, with what looked like an enormous mountain behind the village. Of course, one of the activities at the school would be to climb said mountain. 'Just a short walk!' we were told. Ok, we were starting to learn that Norwegians are a fit race.

And, speaking of races, that's exactly what they did for fun on the mountain....




But the view at the top was worth all the sweat, and we could see Alden to the North, where we had come from the night before.






In Bergen our young folk entertained with shetland fiddle music.




In Baldersheim we were treated once more to some of Bunty's amazing home baking. Thanks so much Bunty!







From Baldersheim we carried on South, and stopped in Skudeneshavn and Stavanger. Go carting and lazer quest were some popular activities. (You can take the teenager out of the modern world but you can't take the modern world out of the teenager!)

From there we headed towards our final school encounter in Dirdal, a meeting that would not have happened without Island Blogging. We had been invited there by Dag, a regular commentor and know to many I-Bloggers.

Ian at the helm in Høgsfjord.






While we were sailing through Høgsfjord, with Dirdal in the distance, Dag and his family were busy firing up the barbeque!







Dag met us at the pier....






and came on board for a tour.




Then we spent a very pleasant evening at his house with Dag and his family. Tusen takk!




Dag's school took us all a tour of the local area the following day. The sun shone and we had a great time. We hope their school will make it to Unst one day.







This is us leaving Jorpeland to finally head homewards.






However, we did have an extra treat up our sleeves....



This is Utsira. Ian has always wanted to go there after spending much of his life listening to the shipping forecast! It is a very beautiful place, and we wished we had spent longer there.





LIfe wasn't all sunbathing and relaxing on this trip tho...





Doing a spot of boat maintenance - sanding the woodwork,




waxing the mast, and.......




peeling the tatties!



However, it was a thoroughly enjoyable experience.











The way home was sunny and flat calm, which was very welcome, although it meant motoring the whole way. We didn't mind at all, as we were well used to the sounds of the engine by this point.






Eddie's watch.




Nearly home! Coming past the Balti Light.





A big thank you to all our hosts in Norway, you all really made our trip worthwhile, and we hope we can return the favour sometime.


So, that's about it really, back to the rain beating against the windows and the 9-5 again.. ( Apart from I'm away soon on another sailing trip, this time a race from Bergen to Shetland and back. More about that in the holidays.)

Tomorrow afternoon at 3pm 8 young folk will sail from Baltasound to Norway on board the Shetland Sail Training vessel Swan. Of course, we wouldn't let them do it alone, so Ian (techy teacher) and I are accompanying them. And as our sailing skills are a bit rough, we thought we'd better take a crew as well. So altogether we will be 15 folk.

It will take between a day and a day and a half to get to Værlandet, our first port of call. This is a really bonny island just north of Sognefjorden. From there we will make our way south, stopping at Hardbakka, Alverstraumen, Bergen, Baldersheim, Stavanger, possibly getting as far south as Dirdal (if this is a familiar name to you it's because Dag, our regular Norski commentor, comes from there) before heading back to Unst, hopefully via Utsire. This is rather a lot to fit into our 11 day charter, so a few night sails between ports may be in order.

We will be meeting up with 3 schools in Norway, as well as doing the more 'touristy' stuff in Bergen and Stavanger. We hope that our time will allow us to meet Dag and his pupils, if not on their home turf, then we will take a hike together to Preikestolen, which is not so far from Dirdal.

The last month or two have been hectic, with last minute fundraising and planning. As a result I've been neglecting the hoosewark rather too much and although I'm still not packed, my house is a bit more in order after my massive cleaning frenzy yesterday. So when I come off the boat exhausted I can come straight home, have a shower, and go to sleep for as long as I want! A luxury after doing watches on the return journey.

This will be a new experience for the kids, and some of them are a bit apprehensive. Sea sickness patches have been ordered from the surgery, and I managed to get some spewy bags from a friendly Northlink security guard. (Thanks Northlink!) However, the weather looks fairly calm for the next couple of days, which will probably mean calm seas and a lot of engine noise.

The local Chocolate factory here in Unst has helped us out with some boxes of choccies to give to the schools we visit, and the Unst brewery is giving us some beer to give to some of the adults we come across on the trip. Thanks to Aaron and Sonny for that!

Here's a few pics of some of the places we will visit, these were taken 2 years ago on a previous school trip.





Værlandet had a festival last time we were there.






The Swan in Alverstraumen






Bergen






Baldersheim






Preikestolen. (Yes we've done a Risk Assesment purely for this hike!)

It’s been a while, since my last blog, so this one will just be a lot o peedie bits n pieces.

I was in Norway for a week visiting my boyfriend Arne in the Spring Holidays. We used to call these the Easter Holidays but as Easter was the week before the school shut I’ve updated the name.

Anyway, the weather was great, normally I expect copious amounts of rain, but this time the sun decided to come with me. I took some pictures around the place where Arne stays.












One of the things that fascinates me about foreign countries is their supermarkets. I love to wander round and see how different it all looks. Now that I spend a lot of time in Norway this novelty has worn off a little, but just for blogging purposes I took a few snaps on my phone. Sorry, the quality is not good, but try and think hidden cameras - I was trying to be very discreet, but fear I may have been spotted photographing the packet mixes and beer.

















So what else has been going on? Well, at work things are busy, me and another member of staff at school are organising a trip to Norway on the Swan. We did it a couple of years ago, so if you’re interested have a look at my July 2006 blog and you’ll see what I’m going on about.. Funding hasn’t been straightforward, the kids are busy helping out with concerts and curry nights, but the Lottery Award we applied for didn’t happen. So there’s been a recent flurry of activity in the money department of our little group, and we managed to secure some small grants from a few different sources. All should be well we hope, and if you’re in Unst this Friday you can come along to our fundraising concert in the Baltasound Hall.

Here’s a photo of the Swan, from the previous trip.









Unfortunately I miss the concert, as I am going to Cumbrae for a Sea Survival course. I’m taking part in the Shetland-Bergen Race again this year, and new rules mean a percentage of the crew on the boat need to have done this course. So it’s off to Glasgow on Friday morning then the train to Largs and ferry to Cumbrae. Of course, the sea survival thing might come in handy with the Swan trip to Norway too, though I don’t really want to have to put it into practice.

Here’s an archive shot of last year’s race.





My car failed its MOT in the holidays, and I thought it best to let it rest in peace. Although with only 60000 miles on the clock it smarts a little. Rust in the subframe they said. And the sump. And something to do with the steering. In fact I had four DANGEROUSES on my MOT report. My language was not for repeating on a BBC site, I can tell you! As I have no welding skills it would cost me an arm and a leg to repair so I cut my losses and got another car, photo evidence on Muness Views blog!

The Folk Festival is on in Shetland this weekend, and I went to the concert in Fetlar. It was a great night; all the acts were of a really high standard, with a very international feel. Bands from Norway, Croatia, Shetland, Orkney and Scotland took part. This year I chose not to go to any of the Lerwick concerts, as I’m so busy. However, I did end up in Lerwick on Saturday, having lunch in the Museum with 2 of my kids. And, as chance would have it, we sat right next to a lady with groatie buckie earrings. Did the FPU tell you, FC? It was great to meet her and the MPU again.

The most exciting news we’ve had recently has involved my daughter. At the moment she is studying for her highers at school in Lerwick. Last year she applied for a place at United World Colleges, which is an organisation that has a number of schools around the world. UWC describe what they do as this, which is taken from their website

United World Colleges (UWC) is unique. It is the only global educational movement that brings together students from all over the world – selected on personal merit, irrespective of race, religion, politics and the ability to pay – with the explicit aim of fostering peace and international understanding.

They are quite difficult to get into, and last year she was accepted but didn’t manage to get a bursary, so couldn’t accept the place. She was gutted, and resolved to reapply this year. So at the start of April she had her interview at Atlantic College in Wales, and we got The Letter last week. This time she has been accepted with a very decent bursary, and they have placed her in the Mahindra UWC in India. We were totally blown away by the news, and although she had told them at interview that she didn’t have a preference for which school to go to, I think secretly she had Mahindra at the top of her list. I’m SO pleased for her, but the thought that she is going to be nearly on the other side of the world has not sunk in yet. Anyone that’s interested in UWC or Mahindra can check out their websites on UWC and Mahindra

Ok, I was looking for a decent photo of Beth and found this one I took for a local business that sells fiddles!



Until next time folks!

I spent the whole weekend with a bunch o strapping men. Have I got your attention? Ok, now I'll explain.

I'm one of the volunteer coastguards here in Unst, and had the opportunity of attending training to learn how to use the new equipment that all UK coastguard rescue teams are being issued with.

Training was held in Unst, as there is a great facility here in the ex RAF property, perfect for this sort of group event. We had guys from all over Shetland, including some from Fair Isle, which is as far away from Unst as you can get. Our trainers were the Sector Managers from Wick, Orkney and Shetland.

The training involved the putting on of the harness; attaching the kit to your harness correctly so you can safely descend; being able to AScend as well as DEscend; and some rescue sling and stretcher stuff too. There's still lots to learn before we can actually use the new equipment in a rescue situation, but it includes some really good kit.

The weekend was successful, with a 100% pass rate in the assessments (PHEW), and it was great to meet some of the volunteers from other teams.

Here's a few pics to give you an idea of what we do.

Demonstrations




Harness going on





Nearly ready for climbing





Rescuing a 'casualty'




Using the Stretcher (we used a dummy!)




Waiting for the Assessments (a bit too similar to a visit to the Dentist!)




Group pic




Fair Isles guys gettin a lift from Oscar Charlie.





Bye guys!!

For the last month my life seems to have revolved around Up Helly Aa, first there was the visit to the Big Een in Lerwick, where there were over 900 guizers, and the weather was perfect.

(Ok, sorry everyone, but after the comment on this blog from Diamondbigdod, I have to do a bit o tweaking. So I have to say that the previous paragraph has a serious omission. I have actually been Up Helly Aa-ing for about a month and a half, the first UHA I attended being the Scalloway Fire Festival, and I have to say it was EXCELLENT. I had a great night oot there with my pall Mrs Diamondbigdod-PlusHerOwnNameToo. So huge apologies to all offended parties. Ok, tweaking over.)

Then on the 5th of February my boyfriend from Norway and his friend came to stay for a week, so they could take part in Unst's first UHA of the year, in Uyeasound. (Pronounced You-ee-sound in case you were struggling) We had a really great time, the only negative being that the week went so fast that it felt like a couple of days. I didn't get any photos of Uyeasound UHA, apart from when the Jarl Squad visited the school, and a few on the following day, when we spotted them oot for a photoshoot in Belmont at the sooth end o Unst.









Mini Vikings in the Galley Hausakliver.




Arne and friend visiting the school.




My norskis had a great time, and we took time out among the socialising to relax at Norik beach.




Arne got creative with the camera - Mountainman, do you recognise this kindo rock?






For Norik UHA, we had to replace a few of our squad, not least as some were back home in Norway. Here we are, our act was a sort of Spice Girl Wannabe thing where we were local Unst folk talent spotted by Simon Cowell and making up a new tribute band. Sounds a bit corny, I guess you had to be there!! We got a lot of laughs, which was what we were aiming for. The only one missing in this pic is Posh, who was actually a curtain pole with a head stuck on the top and wheels for transport purposes. We gave her a boob job between Uyeasoond and Norik UHAs, if I ever find where she went I'll try and get a photo up here for you.





The wind was rather high on UHA night, so the procession was postponed till the following day.


Jarl Erik Da Red, or Alan Clark as he is more usually known, with the Galley Eydis.








It was a better night than the previous one, but it was still FREEZING!






Not much of the galley left here.



Now that the Galleys are all burnt and the ashes buried, I can get back to all the stuff I've been trying to ignore for the last 2 months or so. I'll hang up my outfit, (oh, can you guess which one I am?) and forget about it. Or will I? I think the Spice Girls Wannabes may make an appearance in Lerwick in June. Well, we spent such a lot of time making costumes, it'd be a shame to never wear them again!