Turns out that Shetland was a little farther away than I was envisioning. I'd imagined a two- or three-hour boat ride that would whisk me from Aberdeen or Inverness to Lerwick. There'd a cabin below where I could order tea and sandwiches, and a deck above where I could gaze out to the horizon, the cold winds off the North Sea romantically blowing through my hair. I'd pass the time knitting, of course. It's funny now how easily my imagination plucked up the San Francisco-to-Sausalito ferry route from my memory and filled the surroundings with a colder ocean and less landmass.
In doing my research on the web, I found that while the British Isles might be small in comparison to the USA, they weren't quite as small as I'd thought. The city of Aberdeen is located about a four hours' drive from our resort. The actual ferry from Aberdeen to Lerwick departs at either 5PM or 7PM (depending on the day of the week), and arrives at 7:30AM the next morning. The see-all-the-sights travel planner in me couldn't bear to give up so much time to sitting in transit when there was the entire rest of Scotland to see. Oh well. I'd still find me some yarn.
|This store does not sell yarn. Sad face.|
|This place DOES sell yarn!|
All four of these are heathery yarns, and my photography doesn't do justice to the deep marine-blue-green of the ball in the lower left. After I'd picked out these shades, I spied something really special in a little basket next to the Jamieson's yarns: