We left Unst just after midday on Monday to travel south. There is no feeling quite like the one I feel when taking the ferry across Bluemull Sound heading south. It is a sense of sadness and regret and longing not to have to go away. The longer I have been on Unst, the deeper the feeling. I know some folk who might spend a year on the island without having a single urge to go even as far as Yell. Others need some time in a city, or the sun, to recharge their 21^st century batteries. I am one of those who is very content to stay on Unst!

After some business to attend to in Lerwick, a smooth overnight journey south to Aberdeen. On board a surprise meeting and long chat with an Unst friend also heading south.

From Aberdeen the train south was on time and arrived in London by 5pm. Back in Kent to a freezing cold house by 7.30. Just over 31 hours door to door.

I have checked that everything is ready to put the new artwork up at Guy’s Hospital on Saturday, ready for the official unveiling a week later.