The Gallery – Week 97 – Peace

Up here on the Shetland islands, the weather can be horrendous.  Day after day of sideways rain, fog, mist, murk, wind.  Just, generally, bad weather.  Days when you long to get out of the house, even if it’s only for the few seconds it takes to put a bin bag into the box just to say you’ve been outdoors, got some fresh air, and now have some more weather to talk about.  Days where you question why the bloody hell you’re on a small rock in the north Atlantic, the same latitude as Newfoundland!  Days where you look at London, basking in double-figure temperatures (10 is still double figures and feels warm to us), wondering what was so bad about Kent after all?

But then… Then you get those magical days, days that can come at any time of year and just take your breath away.  Days when the light is just so, the sea sparkles and makes you realise why.  Why, even after the very first visit to Shetland when your breath was ripped out of your lungs by a wind so strong it rocked the hire car, when the fog was so thick you saw nothing between Sumburgh airport and Lerwick, when it was so bitterly cold compared to comfortable Kent in Janaury, why you’re here.  You get hit by a wave of peace so strong it rocks your world.  You have to stop, pause, admire nature in all her glory.  You have to offer up thanks to a beneficent God that amidst all the chaos and trouble in the world, she’s sent you this still, calm moment.  Even if the wind is still raging, the storm is still blowing, something about that moment feels still and calm.

Peace

It’s different up here.

Incidentally, when you see the weather on TV, the temperature on Shetland comes from the white shed in that picture.  There’s your useless fact for the day.

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