Our long weekend is now but a distant memory but we made the most of a few days break before returning back to it yesterday. After waving goodbye to Nige at the ferry, we motored north toward Yell, stopping at the Mid Brae Inn for a swift half. Nice place, eaten there a few times, and surprisingly heaving for 4:30pm on a Friday. Clever barman even put a shamrock in the creamy Guinesss head on Steve's pint. Nice.
Departing there for home it would have been considered rude not to have stopped in Frankies for our Friday night fish supper. Local fish, lovely chips - I was happy - but my 2 northern companions were v. unhappy at the absence of the mushy peas. (sold out) ..... Still gotta 9.5/10 from them both though.
My rating? Would have got 20 out of 10 if I'd been lucky enough to spot the previsouly served dish pictured below otherwise known as the delightful Simon King. And the Olde Norse/Shetlandic description of Simon King? Phwoar.
Saturday we did little, sorry to all my Man Utd mates out there but Steve was itching to see em beat. Neither Fred or myself being big footy lovers we escaped to Mid-Yell hall where they had a charity concert on for "Yell for Cancer" , all proceeds going to this. We had a great night which started with a 2 hour concert/performance of local artists - my favourite being Elsbeth Clark (my new next door neighbour) who wrote and sang some funny ditties.
However, as the bar in the hall wasn't open before the perfomance we were fair gasping for a drink come the end of the concert. Next though was supper which was being served by ladies coming round with large teapots offering "sugary tea" .
You can only imagine the unhidden look of disappointment on Freds face that the bar shutters were staying firmly shut as he was handed a teacup. At it was at this point, utterly embarrassed, I was forced to claim that I was only his carer, such was the following tantrum ... I think the phrase "you got me here under false pretences" was spat out at one point.
Anyhow, a few mutton butties and beef bannocks later , out came home made cakes, quantities of which we had never seen before. A grin - thank the Lord - returned to Freds little face as he consumed AT LEAST 8 cakes. Then , as if a sign from heaven for being good and eating all his food .... the bar shutters went up. All smiles.
Was pleased to meet a new friend who has also just moved to Yell. Look forward to seeing her again and meeting her family.
Sunday, another food orientated day with a drive up to the next island Unst to the North Isles Farmers Market at Baltasound Public Hall. Bought lots of nice food and on sitting down for a cuppa we met Dorothy, the "mother" of our new ducklings we're picking up in a couple of months.
Once again the lovely ladies in the hall had prepared lots of lovely fancies and once again Fred & Steve drooled at the offer of "Buy a plate for £1 and fill it up". Oh dear , oh dear , oh dear. Clearly they'd neither net or heard of these two geezers from Cuppaster.I have a feeling that the Unst Ferryman may well be asked to look out for our car next time there's a do involving cakes on ... forewarned is fore-armed as they say.
Finally , in the evening we'd been kindly invited over to our neighbours - Simon & Vera - for a lovely evening of great food and splendid hospitality in their beautifully renovated old crofthouse. Our walk to and from The Schoolhouse over 3 fields to theirs was a little soggy, but we had our boots on .... and on our return home around 11:30pm there was still enough daylight to help dodge the boggy bits.
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