As you can imagine being south is very different from my usual Shetland life. I will admit that, at times, I struggle.
My therapy is to walk as the sun is going down and the light is fading.
Obviously I walk only in safe places that I know and grew up around.
I get to see another world that I used to belong to.
Walking is good for me.
It may not be Shetland, but still, south has its own beauty.
These are photos from walks the past few days.