My Shetland palette has been spoilt for choice by the new hues of the Western & Southern mainland. The antique mist of Walls, the velvet seaweed of Sandness, the scarlet church of Ting wall, the chestnut manes of Bixter, the turquoise bath of Banna Min, the acid (s)lime of Hamnavoe, the blinding light of Fugla Ness, the slate-sky-pink-paintwork of Meal Beach. Each colour committed to memory. My eyes finally opened in the thick rain. Driving fast through the hills without destination, losing my breath in the sea salt air, clambering over windswept rocks to reach the lighthouse for a picnic, these things remind me of you.