The last ferry to Unst

The wind is still in the north but should be turning soon, just in time for my journey south.
I was warned by a chap in the Shetland gallery, where I was inspired by some map textiles to get food in cullivoe before I got to the ferry, also to say hello to fortnum and mason, his two shetland ponies on the way.  I think this rather raised my hopes for tasty supplies which were sorely disappointed when I couldn't even get any porridge for breakfast, hey ho another two night of tuna pasta and breakfast and lunch of ryvita and dairylea, it was as much as I could carry, when I turned into the wind to get the three miles back to the ferry, as much as I could push.
I met another couple of cyclists, one doing ncn1 going back via Bergen to Calias. And the other an icelander visiting old norse sites.  I visited the old Viking long houses which are being washed into the sea.
I arrived at the hostel just before the rain and spent a very pleasant afternoon, drinking tea and whiskey watching the weather and the beautiful view of Uyeasound from inside a sun room looking over the bay.
I have decided to spend another day here, as long as the food lasts, before setting off to the northerly tip to watch the sun set and rise on the shortest night.  I shall equip myself with a bin bag, my plastic poncho and all the clothes I have to wild camp again with the whisky to keep me warm.