#fetlar

[warandpussy]

this is a scarf I’m making… isn’t she cute

[consultingsister]

trying to buy a house on shetland means 45% of the time you’re trying to convince yourself that you’d be fine living on an even mORE remote island for the price difference 

[prozakupki]

Рынок ноутбуков заполонили дешевые китайские бренды с супер характеристиками, но с недостатками

Рынок ноутбуков заполонили дешевые китайские бренды с супер характеристиками, но с недостатками

После ухода с российского рынка технологичной продукции американских производителей, а также компаний присоединившихся к санкциям США, на рынке возник дефицит товаров и последующий рост на них, включая и ноутбуки. Но долго это не могло продолжаться и на замену известным американским брендам HP, Apple, Dell, пришли неизвестные производители из Китая. Причем цена на ноутбуки китайских компаний…

[bestiarium]

The Brigdi [Scottish folktales]

The fishermen in the Shetland Islands used to tell tales of many strange and monstrous creatures that supposedly inhabited the waters around them. Of all these monsters, the Brigdi was said to be the most feared. It is usually described as a colossal, flat creature with very large fore- and hind-fins. These fins are flat and triangular and the creatures were known to hoist them in the air like a ship’s sail. This way, sailors often mistook them for other vessels while the Brigdi approached its victims, because their fins closely resembled sails. When the sailors realized the ship in the distance was actually a monster, it was already too close to escape. The Brigdi’s signature fins are also its main weapons for they have a sharp edge. As such, Brigdies were said to rush at boats and cut them in half with their fins. Other times, however, Brigdies hit ships with the flat edge of their fins, effectively crushing them. There are tales of ships returning to the harbour with one side completely smashed, having barely survived an encounter with a Brigdi.

Still other stories tell of Brigdies ‘embracing’ a vessel with two fins before diving deep below the surface, dragging the boat and its unfortunate crew down with it. To avoid this fate, some fishermen were said to carry axes so they could attack the gigantic fins if a Brigdi attempted to hold their ship.

These monsters were most commonly sighted off the eastern and northern coasts of Shetland, and usually in clear weather. To placate the Brigdies, fishermen used to throw offerings into the ocean. In particular, a bead of amber was said to be very effective. Crew took care to carry some of these when they left the port, and if a Brigdi was sighted it would disappear immediately when someone threw an amber bead into the sea.

There is a tale from the 1840’s of a Fetlar ship that was being chased by a Brigdi. The ship managed to make land and all of the crew jumped ashore and escaped. Turning back, they could see the Brigdi smashing the boat to pieces, furious that its victims escaped. Nowadays, belief in these monsters has diminished in Shetland (or became entirely extinct, quite possibly) and it is thought that the historical sightings were actually of basking sharks. These animals do not hunt people, nor are they known to attack ships. But they are huge and look scary, so it’s perfectly possible that fishermen mistook them for monsters and later exaggerated tales of these encounters to the point of fiction.

Sources: Teit, J. A., 1918, Water-beings in Shetlandic Folk-Lore, as Remembered by Shetlanders in British Columbia, The Journal of American Folklore, 31(120), p.180-201. Marwick, E., 2020, The Folklore of Orkney and Shetland, Birlinn Ltd, 216 pp. (Image source: this is the logo for the band Brigdi. Being a band logo, it’s not entirely accurate to the original myth but I rather like this image)

[safereturndoubtful]

Fetlar

Wednesday 26th July

I spent five days on Fetlar in the end, the van not moving from its wonderful setting just above he beach, and in that time probably met most of the islanders. Each day I wandered past the cafe, which acts as a shop, post office, and information centre also, and sat inside for a coffee and a chat with whoever was around. The owners are typical of islanders, from the south of England, in their late fifties, and taken to Fetlar as an escape from the noise, pollution and lack of space in England. Only five of the sixty seven residents are from Shetland since birth. The English have brought with them a high level of organisation. Despite the remoteness of their residences things happen efficiently; the food deliveries to the shop from the mainland, the postal service, the regular meetings at the community hall. The arrival of strangers, or rather tourists, is noticed by all. It’s not possible to creep in undetected.

The island is well-supported in terms of infrastructure, probably too much so. For its regular postal service, the island has its own red Royal Mail electric van, which four islanders work in shifts with deliveries, and get paid to do so. The ferry, which is free for island residents, calls at least four times a day, which seems quite unnecessary, as most times when I was there it was empty, but the crew come for their lunch at the cafe. Garbage is collected by a truck that comes from the mainland once each week. A mobile library, hairdresser, and various other services call in for a few hours fortnightly. A doctor or nurse will visit when requested, and a dentist calls in monthly.

In that sense, it’s not as remote as other mainland communities.

Though I knew nobody by name, everyone knew me, the guy with the red dog and the porthole van on the beach.

Though the first days I was there were fine, the second half of my stay on Fetlar the weather turned wild. There were occasional showers, but the wind howled and came from the north. Rather than gusty, it was a steady thirty five mile per hour gale, and as it was from the north it took the temperatures down to single figures, with an added chill factor. These are the most unwelcome conditions for outdoor activity, and even indoor activity is with an unsettling rocking and a constant reverberation.

On the windy days Roja and I headed out in the morning as usual, but no further than the couple of miles to the cafe and back, then settled into an afternoon of reading, podcasts, and even completing the VAT return for work..

A few locals walked their dogs on the beach, and over the days Roja got to know them all. There weren’t many visitors, but two young women came over to say hello one afternoon, sheltering from the wind behind my van. They were students from UCL, a woman of Sudanese descent, and a Nepalese lady. The former was a geography student hoping to be a lecturer, hence the reason for the visit. They were on Shetland for two weeks, and were tough enough not to even mention the weather.

We were one of just two vehicles on the 3:30 pm ferry to Unst earlier today, the wind had at long last dropped, and the sun broke through. I drove to Baltasound, Unst’s equivalent of a metropolis, and stocked up on water, and from the supermarket. At the leisure centre I paid £1.50 for my weekly shave and shower, and the guy told me, at 5 pm, the showers would need to run a bit as I was the first person in today. Unst has as many visitors in Fest week (last week), a few hundred, as it does in the other 9 weeks of summer put together.

I drove to Uyeasound to park-up, at the far south west of the island. I had hoped to visit here, but it had quite a few people around the marina last week, so I had postponed it. From that howling three day northerly wind to a completely calm night - it was appreciated.

[housefreak]

URGENT!!!

Dear SirMadam-

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The people responsible for this are a secret organisation, knows as the Network. You may have heard of ... rumors are true. They are enormously powerful, they're in police, CIA, MI5, the are everywhere ... outbreak in Fetlar was because they want us all to take the Russain Flu vaccine - it is ... Jasnus consists of a protein and an amino acid that - when combined - prevent ... food company Pergus holdings (part of the Network) has been introducing ... Once they are combined in the human body they will ... cells hat concern procreation. The purpose ... of the Russian Flu vaccine will ... Kingdom.

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[redwolf]

Do you dream of owning your own castle in Scotland? What about a boutique hotel? Both dreams could collide if you have the cash. A Scottish castle on Fetlar, the fourth largest island in the Shetland Islands, is now up for sale for $37,000. This might seem like a steal, but the castle, called Brough Lodge, is hardly livable. In fact, a trust dedicated to the castle's preservation has a plan the buyer must also finance. If the buyer can pour an additional $15 million into the property, the trust hopes that Brough Lodge can become a luxury, 24-room hotel which will bring visitors to the remote island -- via My Modern Met

[wildonlineblog]

SNOWY OWL

The Snowy Owl , Bubo scandiacus The Snowy Owl is a bird of Arctic tundra or open grasslands and fields and a rare visitor to the British Isles.  Between 1967 and 1975, snowy owls bred on the remote island of Fetlar in the Shetland Isles north of Scotland. Females summered as recently as 1993, but their status in the British Isles is now that of a rare winter visitor to Shetland, the Outer…

[ajtorres0]

In December I was able to get the Magnus Chase trilogy after finishing Percy Jackson and the Olympians series, and after finishing book 1 on New Year's Day, I thought it was great! I had a blast following Magnus and his friends venturing through the 9+ realms of this world. Like with Percy Jackson I didn't 100% agree with all the Norse takes in book 1, but LIKE Percy Jackson the takes done and the many retellings in this one book alone were still so creative and wild that I was mostly having fun with it. Heck, it was just the kick I needed to keep me inspired for my Norse Myth Alt Retelling. I even got a gorgeous Frigg statue to go with my husband's Odin statue and this really awesome Hnefatafl board. It's described as a strategy game similar to chess. I haven't read the rules fully yet, but I'm going to try and add this to Valhalla. Period hehe. Behind it is another game called Nine Men's Morris, looks complicated, but I'm curious to figure it out all the same. What about you guys, what fun things did you get in December? #Bookstagram #Books #YoungAdult #YA #MagnusChase #MCatGoA #TGoA #TSoS #Riordanverse #RickRiordan #NorseMythology #NorseGods #Hnefatafl #Tafl #Fetlar #NineMensMorris #Odin #Frigg #Fantasy #FantasyBooks #UrbanFantasy #BooksAreMagic #BooksAreMagical #BooksOfIg #BooksOfInstagram #ReadersOfIg #ReadersOfInstagram #BookSeries #CreativeImages https://www.instagram.com/a_j_torres0/p/CYcJ5W2rAXB/?utm_medium=tumblr

[montyrakusen]

Voices in the Wind, the Northern Isles of Shetland Part 3

I awoke one morning in someone else’s flat and I couldn’t remember how I got there. My friend, fellow art student, Ceri Herington Pritchard  https://ceripritchard.com/  decided we should go on an adventure.

"Let's go north" I said, and we did. We decided on Shetland, as it was as far north as we could think of going in the UK. It was October and cold, wintery, and Ceri let all the camping gas escape in Aberdeen before we had even got on the ferry. We didn’t have outdoor clothes like we have today. Ceri had a greatcoat and I had a tank driver's jacket, probably from the Korean war, that I’d stolen from the Combined Cadet Force at school.  

When we arrived in Lerwick we headed north striding out as fast as we could. They were building the Sullom Voe oil terminal and the flat barren wind-swept landscape was dotted with ex red London double decker buses ferrying workers to the construction site, the destination windows read, Moorgate, Archway, Liverpool Street Station and so forth. We walked in a huge cavernous world of clouds coming from Greenland rising in the west and falling in the east with the sun shining through, highlighting the ceiling of our world and at sunset looked like God had appeared. I fell in a bog then it rained and there was freezing fog then I fell in a bog again.

On the 5th of November we were probably two of Europe’s most northerly campers, at the most northerly point of Shetland, a place where giants fought over the love of a mermaid, near the remote island of Muckle Flugga. https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Muckle_Flugga

Miserable, with teeth chattering and wet feet, I wore all the clothes I possessed and had to get up at 3am to crack the ice off my tent. On another night because of a storm we slept in a cement store hut and upon waking covered in dust looked like ghosts. One night, camped on a windy beach we were kept awake by boulders rolling in the surf. It was always spine chillingly cold and was only relieved by whisky in friendly pubs that felt like someones front room and there was usually a fidler. These experiences only gave me a love for this beautiful and remote place in the middle of the North Sea.

Nowhere is more than a mile from the sea on Northern Shetland and it is almost tree-less. Small crofts are dotted here and there with flapping, coloured, washing drying on lines, fishing boats far out at sea and the smell of burning peat on the wind. In those days the place was littered with abandoned rusting vehicles and the sides of the roads were covered in empty beer cans with the smiling face of Venetia Stevenson looking up at us https://www.cannyscot.com/SweetheartStout.htm, people built walls from un-returnable beer barrels and crofts lay derelict. Later, I believe, a vicar ordered a ship to take all the scrap away. No matter what the weather there was always some hardy soul out in the landscape, a small moving dot in the distance digging the peat, driving the sheep, rowing a boat. If you listened carefully there were voices on the wind.

I loved this wonderful strange place and began to plan a photo documentary. I first returned and shot it in 35mm colour transparency with the hope of printing it up in Ciba Chrome of which I was a big fan. Unfortunately the processing lab put a scratch through every roll of film and in those days it was impossible to retouch.

Each year I would return, shooting medium format black and white first with Hasselblad and then later Rollie 6006/8 and I gradually built up a collection of images searching for the essence of the place. I became friends with people there, the local doctor from Mid Yell and some people who looked after otters. They recognised me in the pubs.

Some years I walked the islands, some years I took my blue Landrover with its home made stereo and two cassettes that I bought in Aberdeen, The Smiths, Meat is Murder and Elvis Costello, Almost Blue. I drove around in the simmer dim the grey evening light, eventually knowing both albums by heart. The RAF invited me to their mid-summer beach party, it never got dark and in the morning I was dive bombed by bonxsies, mad sea birds, as I staggered around the landscape looking for fresh water. I fell in a bog again.

I was befriended by people who fed me boiled ham and potatoes, plied me with drink and had me shoot shotguns at empty cans thrown in the air. “Just mind the sheep, lad”. Coming out of the most northerly pub at half past eleven at night with the sun still shining in my eyes I stepped onto a Norwegian Trawler and got caught up in a fight. We sat in the mess as they fought round and round on the tables and each time they came past we clutched our drinks to our chests.

The photography project ran out of steam, my life had changed, I was busy at work, until Lizzie encouraged me to finish it and we travelled back there together to see Up Helly Aa, the ceremonial burning of the Viking longship https://www.uphellyaa.org/ and to show my work in progress to Shetland Arts with a view to exhibiting it. We stayed in Mid Yell in the snow with 125mph winds full of ice. Huge squalls blew in from the ocean flying low, dropping ice into the waves. When we were in Lerwick we were guests of the head of the Jarl squad, the viking leader of Up Helly Aa, a tremendous honour.

In the early morning, whilst he slept, we secretly tried on his Viking gear. I always felt welcome there and people were kind. An exhibition was arranged in Lerwick, British Airways helped me fly it up and then it travelled all over Scotland. I was interviewed by a lovely lady with small round John Lennon Spectacles from Radio Shetland, only problem was I could hardly understand a word she said. The exhibition opening was very well attended from islands far and wide, made more impressive by the fact no one could get back home to their islands until the ferries restarted in the morning. I felt proud when they said I had shown their home to them in a different way.

Text edit: John Coombes Encouragement: Liz Rakusen

[shetlandpodiatry]

Another rain shower over #Unst, while the sun shines on #Fetlar. Its been such a mixed up day of weather! #Shetland #nature #weather #Island #Islandlife #clouds #sea #cloud (at Gutcher, Shetland Islands, United Kingdom)

[prozakupki]

Дан честный отзыв о ноутбук��х Chuwi и модели GemiBook Pro 14

Дан честный отзыв о ноутбуках Chuwi и модели GemiBook Pro 14

После санкционной агрессии со стороны США к России, китайские ноутбуки Chuwi, Fetlar и другие ранее неизвестные названия брендов заполонили российский рынок компьютерной техники. Иногда Китайцы не заморачиваются и называют свою технику просто используя буквы и цифры, как например, планшет X99PTJP, между прочим, с отличными характеристиками. Такая компьютерная техника делается на иностранных…

[lmuurpress]

Discriminative Prejudicial GP Denying My Health Care!

[“The second time that I spoke to this vile GP, I could confirm that he was a twisted creature, one who shouldn’t in the health care profession. Prior to this conversation, I had spoken to an individual at a pain clinic located on Shetland mainland. I was told that I would need a GP referral for an appointment at this pain clinic; also, after the first time, I spoke to this vile GP, I had brought the supporting evidence to show that I was once under pain management supervision while living in Liverpool. It was from this pain clinic I was prescribed the first box of 12 micrograms of fentanyl patches. However, when I asked about the forwarding referral, I was told no, he would not give me the referral…wait for it... all because.

He needed to get my files from the former GP based in Greenock. Now here is the striking thing, when I asked about why the 2 boxes of 12 micrograms fentanyl patches were changed to one, he had stated this to me; “the Greenock practice shows that I was only getting one box.” Not only that, he mentioned that the documents I had brought, of which Debbie the receptionist had taken and scanned into their database showed that I was only receiving one: This document was the letter from the pain specialist at the pain clinic in Liverpool. My dad was a policeman & at an early age, I was taught to spot inconsistencies in people’s dialogues. While listening to this GP speak, I was hearing the discrepancies of words.

The said documents that I had brought to this clinic & was scanned by the receptionist named Debbie, they also showed that I was receiving 2 boxes of pain patches, likewise, they showed two used boxes of 12 micrograms of fentanyl patches for March and April in the calendar year of 2021. I beg the question now, why was this creature denying my rights to have health care? Here was a clear case of one being discriminative and prejudicial, to date. I don’t know whether the referral to the pain clinic was forward on my behalf. What I do know now is that this creature acting as a GP was determined to stop me from having fair medical care. I’m living in constant physical pain throughout 18 areas of my body.

At the Yell and Fetlar Medical Practice, my disability rights & human rights have been violated. I’m being denied proper medical care by the protracting idiocy of one individual. There is an old saying that goes like this; “one bad apple will spoil the bunch.” Since moving to Shetland, I’ve met so many polite & kind individuals, however, this being acting as a GP, has repeatedly caused disharmony to my well-being & has inflicted great harm to my body, it’s mentally draining dealing with this animal. I’d get anxious thinking of returning there, likewise, I’m now living in fear for my life. Health care should not be so difficult, nor should the NHS health clinics demonstrate such deliberate belligerence of fascism.”]

Ne Plus Ultra!

JUS COGENS ERGA OMNES! SELF-DETERMINATION FLOWING TO ALL!

[safereturndoubtful]

Tresta, Fetlar

Sunday 23rd July

The ferry over to Fetlar takes half an hour. They run twice a day from Unst, and also from Yell at this time of year. There was one other car on the boat I was on, a family going over just for the day. With a big smile, the ferryman came over to collect the money, but with a big smile on his face, as the news he had for me, was that his ticket machine was not working, and therefore he couldn’t charge me. He was from Kendal originally, and another ferryman who has plans to convert a van to a camper, so keen for a look around mine.

I had researched Fetlar island, the main road from west to east is about 10 miles, to get an idea of its size. Before getting to the beach, I toured the island quickly, to see if there was anywhere else, similarly attractive, to stay. The island’s population is 67, the lady in the shop told me, and was 68 last Thursday. Sadly there had been a death, and with an ageing population it might be a while until this population trend is reversed. Very few are Shetlanders from, just 5. The rest have moved up from England. Parked up at Tresta beach I met a few of the local people during the day, all very friendly.

Tresta Beach is a fine place to be based, and I expect I will be here for a few days. There are no other campervans on the island, indeed few other visitors.

Though between the beach and the loch there is a football stadium..

Later in the afternoon on the beach I met the couple from Durham who were hiking the Shetland coastline, that I had met previously at Sandwick a couple of weeks ago. They had endured some tough days with weather, and also parts of the coast, like Fetlar, where generally there isn’t a path, and the wild moorland is boggy and deep in heather.

A yacht had come into the bay late on Saturday night, and on Sunday morning it was followed by several of the Tall Ships, on their way from Baltasound on Saturday evening, to Cullivoe on Monday. They just wanted somewhere calm to relax on a sunny Sunday. I had set off to walk onto the peninsula of Lamb Hoga earlier, and was on the cliffs returning when they sailed into the bay. Though there was a track for the first half of the 3 miles or so, the second half is wet and deep in Heather, very slow going. It is also home to quite a few Great Skua’s, or Bonxies, and it wasn’t long before Roja and I were again being dive-bombed. This time Roja did get offended at how close they came. It seems he recognises them now, and has worked out he is safest by being very close to my right leg. Less good for me though.

Back on the beach I got chatting to a Finnish guy from the Swan, the first Tall Ship into the bay. He was a business lawyer in Turku. During the afternoon most of the crew came to shore to swim, share a drink, or just chat and chill out. Their presence attracted a few locals down also, and the place which is normally so quiet, was relatively busy.. well, ten or twenty people around.

Books wise, I haven’t reported for a while. The highlights of my reading in the last week or so have been a second English translation, from Finnish, by Rosa Liksom called The Colonel’s Wife. She writes about the Second World War, her first book, Compartment Number Six, set on a Trans-Siberian train, and was adapted recently for a film, but her second is even better.

Also, the Argentinian author, César Aira’s new book, Fulgentius. This is a jaunt into ancient history, as he writes about an aging Roman general, tempted out of retirement back to the battlefield. He just happens to be a playwright with a cult following. At the age of 12 he wrote a tragedy that anticipated his own future. He resolves to put on a presentation of his new production in each new territory he conquers, with the actors from his armies. Of course he takes some criticism, but at his stage of life he has developed a skin thick enough not to be concerned. Aira is wonderful, and this is no exception.

[sherrywilkey]

Check out this listing I just added to my Poshmark closet: Natural Soul Driving Moc Loafers Fetlar Leather.

[alaslor]

task #001 - fact file

name: alastor eugene moody

occupation: senior auror 

nicknames: no. ( al, sometimes )

age: thirty-one

date of birth: 18th of november, 1948

hometown: fetlar, scotland

current location: central london, england. a flat in a muggle building. 

gender: cis male

pronouns: he/him

orientation: bi bi bi

spoken languages: english, bulgarian, a little french and has forgotten a LOT of the scots gaelic he knew as a child

zodiac sign: scorpio

moral alignment: chaotic good

four temperaments ( here ): choleric

mbti: isfj ( the defender )

element (air, fire, earth, water): air

parents’ names: sydney moody and constance moody neé quimson

siblings’ names: none.

pets: none. 

wand (core, wood, flexibility, length): fir with dragon heartstring core, nine and a half inches, stiff

favourite quidditch team: montrose magpies

house: hufflepuff

blood status: pureblood

patronus: greyhound

amortentia scents:  vanilla, honey, new books, coffee and and intense smell of rain

hogwarts electives:  muggle studies & ancient runes. loves muggle culture ( especially their movies !!! and their science !!! ) and has a big interest in languages. 

favourite subject: astronomy

least favourite subject: herbology. will kill any plant. is a bad hufflepuff. 

NEWTs: DADA ( O ), transfiguration ( O ), charms ( O ), astronomy ( O ), potions ( E ), muggle studies ( O ) and history of magic ( A ) 

extracurriculars at hogwarts: beater for the hufflepuff quidditch team since his third year