I had to go in to Lerwick today to get my hair cut. I am trying to remember when I last went in and I can only think it was probably the end of March (for the last of our hay supply), so possibly nearly 6 months ago, which is shocking now I’ve worked it out.
And if the place was empty before, it was beyond deserted.
The only thing missing was tumbleweed and some haunting music.
Ok, I was there fairly early and even so, by the time my haircut was finished, most of the shops should’ve been open but they weren’t.
It was all rather depressing but I did my other messages – went into the wool shop to see if they needed more sheeple for their field. Nope.
And took a few photos just because I was somewhere different.
I thought the whole ordeal was very stressful. I even had to complete a government form requiring a witness for my signature just to get a hair cut!
So I quickly finished up, told myself I didn’t want anything else (I have to go back on Wednesday anyway for an NHS appointment) and rushed home to play with the ponies which was far more fun.
I think these days Lerwick will be emergencies only. I can’t face it.