For the fourth year running, I made it to Shetland for a week at the end of September. It was always going to be touch and go amidst the Covid lockdowns but it seemed a good time to make the journey with relatively low levels in the country, and especially in Shetland where it was almost non-existent.
This years overnight ferry was the worst I'd known. There was quite a swell once we'd got away from Aberdeen; it didn't seem any worse than usual but for some reason I started to feel ill from an early part of the journey, probably due to tiredness after a previous 48 hours with a long drive to Aberdeen and virtually no sleep. Luckily the bar was closed so I wasn't tempted with a few beers. Somehow I managed not to puke up with the help of some sugared black tea.
Location at 8:04PM:
Luckily the ferry called into Orkney around midnight so there was an hour or so of respite as it docked in the harbour. The final six hours across to Shetland was just as rough but for some reason I didn't feel quite as bad and even managed an hour of sleep whilst sat upright in the bar area.
Lerwick at dawn:
Arriving in Lerwick I parked up and slept for a while just to the south. An otter was hunting along the shoreline in front of the car but I was too exhausted to pay it much attention.