The last days of solitude with final rations of bread, milk, eggs carefully measured to see out the weekend. The sky is eye smart bright, bathing the bay in a myriad of Norse tones. There is much to do. Preparations for returning full to the brim with shetland-ness, yoke jumpers, museum views, pony petting, toe in sea dangling and a meditation on all I've learnt. I cut my hair and wore new socks, slowly letting the other world back in.