It was good to be back in Shetland three years after my last visit and many years back to wonderful childhood visits.
The first thing that struck me in coming out of a New Zealand winter was the long hours of daylight. In Whanganui, sunrise on the day of arrival was 7.42am and sunset at 5.02pm, while in Shetland it was 3.39am, with sunset at 10.34pm; added to this was the wonderful long twilight. It was not the temperature, which was, if anything, a degree or two cooler than on the same day in Whanganui but, as Sir Billy Connolly said, there is "no such thing as bad weather, just the wrong clothing".
As in 2019, I came by ferry early in the morning via Orkney and left the following evening with just a one-night stay, but I did have the best part of two days. As before, the time was all too short but, as I have so many other places to visit planned on my UK visit, it had to suffice.
As I said in last week's column, on my previous visit in 2019, I was introduced to parkrun on the island of Bressey where I crossed by ferry with the Jones family and watched them all run, highlighting the family nature of the sport.
I also mentioned that Elliot and Oliver Jones three years later ran in the silver medal-winning Whanganui cross-country team.