I’ve finally arrived on dry land after 16 hours crossing the North Sea in very turbulent winds, from Shetland’s capital Lerwick to Aberdeen. But I’ve brought back with me a whole host of experiences from my month staying in a croft house on one of Shetland’s smallest inhabited islands, Bressay. From coastal walks and seal spotting, to dancing with Vikings during the annual Up Helly Aa celebration, the short days and long dark nights were always filled. And on the days when the gales were just too ferocious to venture out, you could easily hibernate inside with a tale around the peat fire.
For a taste of Shetland’s storytelling past click here to view my column on the This is Horror site.