I've spent the past few weeks going through my DNA results looking for clues into who my great grandfather might be- Rosalind's father- and I've come up with nada. My mum and I talked about it when we were in Shetland and she told me about a story she knew. She wasn't sure if it… Continue reading The thing that hurts the most
I'm addicted to the programme Who Do You Think You Are? I could watch them over and over. I wish I was able to download more than what's currently available online. Watching the new series on BBC1 has got me thinking, I love watching the journeys people make as they discover their ancestors and as… Continue reading In memory of my Granma, Rosalind Scollay, part 1.
There, I admit it. I miss Shetland. I miss the beauty, the peace and quiet, feeling safe, the wildlife, the sunsets, the people, the lack of traffic, the connection. I miss it all. I've been home a few weeks now, nearly two months, and when I got back I threw myself into work. I'd started… Continue reading I miss Shetland
We're here, we made it! It hasn't been a smooth journey, in the physical sense. Less than 48 hours till my flight I go to check the details on the Loganair website, only to be told my itinerary didn't exist! A little scared on the Saturday night in a bank holiday weekend that no one… Continue reading Welcome to Shetland
Saturday morning- in 3 days time, I will be just getting off the ferry at Lerwick. Rucksack on my back and my mum by my side. It seems surreal after years of talk, we are nearly there. I work as a nurse, and I recently started a secondment in an outpatient area. It was a… Continue reading The ‘Out of Office’ is on!
The realisation as I went to bed last night, that at that exact time but two weeks in the future, I'd be on the North Link ferry from Aberdeen to Lerwick, was enough to take my excitement about our voyage to new heights. As I lay there thinking of the otters, the ponies, the potential… Continue reading The longing for home
There's been a lot on my mind lately, and I'm not entirely sure what. I know this reference is slightly outdated now, but my thoughts remind me of trying to tune a radio. The white noise is there but if I sit and concentrate I can try and tune in on a station, although it… Continue reading Static and Secrets- ramblings of a disorganised mind.