The sailing took about 35 minutes and I got into conversation with Jane a lady who also lived on the island and was a close friend of the people I had hoped to meet when I walked the island, Andy and Sabina Holt, the ex-hippies who had been here many years. When we arrived I met Andy briefly as the goods being delivered were his and he was collecting them in the back of his trailer. I helped to pass two sheets of sterling board into the trailer and we chatted for a few minutes. Despite his acknowledgement of my having called and left a message he seemed reluctant to make any arrangement to talk at any length with me, and I guessed that meant that they wanted for some reason to protect their privacy. Jane had said previously that they were likely to invite me over for a meal, though I said that was not my intention on coming here. It was merely to learn something about the island and the people who chose to live here in some degree of isolation, and what that was like.
As it was still very early I decided to get off and see the east and north east of the island leaving less to cover tomorrow. It could take me all day to walk around, so am going to set off once the day has arrived, and take in all there is to see. No invite has arrived to visit the island people so I will take that as further indication that they are not keen to share their stories with me. I don't understand it but I do accept it, as they have a perfect right to be Christians living in a tiny corner of the world.
So I set off to walk the rest of the islands coastline, or as much as was feasibly possible, as the cliffs on the Western side are mostly sheer drop. The road led me off to the bay where there apparently had been a strange occurance once, when the bay had become full of Herrings, and the fishermen had cut off their escape and the wives had dug pits to be able to save as many as was possible, to be eaten at a later day I suppose. An old wives tale no doubt, but an interesting one.
Then I climbed up towards a very high spot, at 87 meteres above sea level, and the wind was blowing me all over the place driving in from a south easterly direction. I passed a grave to an unknown warrior, who I sensed I had an affinity with, he also uses the Robin as his motif.
The views from the top of Virdi Field are amazing. You can see most of the rest of the Shetlands from here, if it were fine weather no doubt. I said a few words to my brother via video as he is leaving Britain next month for a life down under. Ben, Vicky, Hannah and Grace are off on the 7th November for a life following their dreams, and I for one admire that in people and wish then every success, even if I will miss them terribly. But hey, they will have a great spot to invite me over to live....eh..????
The next feature to pop up was the arch on the north west side of Papa. It was impressive and took me a while to walk over the top, as the wind was pushing hard, and I didn't fancy becoming fish food, or worse, shark.... did he say SHARK.... oops.. well apparently basking shark have been seen here but not today, thankfully. (got to go now ferry arriving to collect me)