The World is my Lobster........I never did like oysters



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Raewick Bay

(I think!)

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Leaving Skeld I took Thebus over to Catherine's Post Office overlooking the beautiful beach at Raewick, really as I say half out of devilment at being told I wouldn’t get there, and the other half as I needed to get to the post office to have my mail re-directed – the purchasers of my property saying they wanted to move in imminently and making a fuss about the fact I had someone there house sitting, though now of course however many day later we are still nowhere near getting the thing signed and sealed.  Arggghhhhhhh.  At this rate I will be forced to go home and get the thing sorted out once and for all.


































Still back to wonderful Shetland.  After doing the post officy things and having shared a lovey cup of tea with Catherine, Thebus and Phoebe got their usual attention and my thoughts turned to where to spend the night, as it was now late in the afternoon.  On my travels the day before I had passed a small pretty beach with a little carpark and a large RV parked up there already. At the Wednesday Knitting Class I had asked the ladies about it, and it turned out that it belonged to the house there, and had been parked up for ages and was in fact due to be moved any day.  I hadn't really intended to stop there, but when on the way down I passed two large phone repeaters and stopping at the pull in to check the internet found Icould get a connection and thought a night parked up by the little beach would be good


I walked up to the house to check with the owners that I wouldn't be in their way, but they seemed happy for me to stay there, and said if I needed water or anything to just ask, which was very kind.  The beach was fenced off and not being certain if it was theirs I asked if it would be ok to walk Phoebe on it, apparently that would be fine also, so off we went along the red sands of this area.  Phoebe got lots of admiration from the daughter of the house and while she was getting a fuss I spotted what I thought were some otter tracks in the sand.  And was told - Yes, the otter was a regular visitor and lived in the banks behind the beach somewhere.


Perfect – a pretty beach and view of the sea, good internet and phone, plus a chance of seeing an otter.  It was even sheltered enough from the winds to put out the slides.  Oh – and it was a good spot for seeing the Northern Lights if they performed.


That evening I sat in the dusk with the blinds open, well wrapped up so I could manage without the noise from the generator, though I wasn't lucky enough to see either an otter or the Northern Lights other than a faint green glow.  I put the alarm on for daybreak and left the blinds opens so I wouldn’t need to draw them back and cause any disturbance.  Next morning I was up quietly and early, and wrapped up warm again and sat till everyone was up and about and I judged there was to be no further chance of seeing the otter.  When I took Phoebe for a walk along the beech I could see there were no fresh tracks and I wondered if Thebus had put him off.


It was lovely looking out over the little bay, the waves were gentle and had a soft soothing sound to them, I was so comfortable there so decided to stay on, which would give me another night for otter and northern light spotting, plus another morning otter spotting session.  The performance was repeated with similar results and by about 7am putting otter spotting to the back of my mind, got myself ready for the day.  Getting on my coat for Phoebe's walk, amongst all my general clattering and with the generator chortling away I went to open the door and wondered what the large cat down by the sea edge was doing, and by the time I realised it was an otter and not a cat it had slipped into the sea and disappeared.  But I have the memory of it, plus some photos of its tracks in the newly tide-washed sand as proof of its passing.


My otter spotting beach ...... he was just in the middle where the little burn runs into the sea