I've had one of those become very intimate with the front of my jumper once - scared the excrement out of me
I have fond memories of Shetland. When I was involved in the rating of golf courses on behalf of the Scottish Golf Union a small team travelled up to perform the rating exercise [basically assessing the degree of difficulty from the perspective of a scratch and h'cap golfer - I won't bore you all with the details here]. First time we were billeted at the Busta House Hotel www.http://www.bustahouse.com/ but on our return trip [we had to return if the Club made any course changes] we were in a different place, the name of which I forget.
The usual format was we would be out on the course all day filling in all the measurement forms etc, then after our evening meal we'd sit and do the paperwork in preparation for the next days assessments and play at least a few hols to get a feel for if we'd got it right. It was usual to have a postprandial drink, and seeing as there were three or us, well......
The first drink arrived & mate #1 went to the bar to order. I'd asked for a Lagavulin, this was consumed and mate #2 went off to get his round in. When the drinks were bought [same again all round] I though mine looked like a double and I asked him if that was what he'd ordered [I'd had my suspicions looking at the first one]. "Just what Sandy had ordered".
When my turn came, I made a point of watching the barmaid and realised she'd being using a sherry schooner as a measure- I didn't say anything, well I didn't want to embarrass the poor young lass.
There was also a sign at the edge of the car park which read "Please do not park in the bar"
Happy days!!
This will only be my second visit to Shetland.
The first was a couple of years back and was just an “overnighter” when I dropped some kit off at a subbies yard and was back at Lerwick before dinner time, so I’m looking forward to having a bit more time this weekend. Had I have known in advance I’d have put my scuba kit in the truck, but it went in for service and MOT this week and I had to strip all my gear out so they could tilt the cab over safely
. Considering I don’t travel light, it’s a bloody awful job that takes well over an hour and fills my van to the roof 
, and putting it back is even worse 
.Thankfully I remembered to put my old walking boots and my binoculars in, so I’ll hopefully get some birdwatching in, and probably be up as it’s coming light tomorrow morning for some cetacean spotting as the ferry approaches Lerwick. And if I’ve offended the Weather Gods, the fridge is full of good food, I have the aforementioned bottle of Tullibardine and I picked up a new Clive Cussler novel last night.
As you say, happy days
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