Travelling on a Wednesday

On a Wednesday the bus service here in Hillswick is poor. There is a bus to town, leaving at seven thirty in the morning and a bus leaving town at ten past five in the afternoon to bring you home. Not up to much is it?

Today I had an appointment with the dentist at quarter to ten in the morning so got the bus to town which was fine. I got there at nine o'clock and wasted a bit of time before heading to the administrator of pain on Burgh Road, Lerwick. I was only in for a few minutes and when I came out I went to the Harbour Cafe for breakfast before I caught the bus up to Brae. Before the ten past five bus on a Wednesday it's the best available, that's why I took it.

Walking out of Brae with my thumb out I got a lift all the way home which was great. I couldn't believe that I got a lift so quickly and the chap took me almost to my door, thanks mate, I owe you one.

But you have to admit that it's a pretty poor service here in Hillswick where, all too often you have to do what I did, namely, get the thumb out. I have on a number of occasions had to walk the whole way.

Our MP, Alistair Carmichael has contacted the Shetland council to see what can be done about this. We'll wait and see what the council has to say about it.

Don't stay quiet about it though. The more people that stand up and shout, the quicker there will be action by the council that will benefit us - so remember and shout out loud!!!

Oh Gawd, age is going to hit!!!

Between now and August I'm going to slowly but surely realise just how old I am. I was asked last night if I'd like to join in with a 10km run and while not thinking sensibly, like the fact that I'm forty-nine and never do anything more physical than get up in the morning, I said yes.

Having said yes I now feel that there is no way out. No problem with the person that invited me, actually getting the invite is really nice but now I've got to get fit and able and it scares the s**t out of me. Never done a moments exercise in my life, oh well, I said yes so I guess that I've got to wear it.

So I started the exercises this morning, slow easy-going stuff. I walked three or four miles to the Braewick cafe, looking forward to a cup of coffee and a bun when I got there. When I did I found that it opens next month. Great, I turned around and walked home. The time spent out in the fresh air did me no harm and I'm sure the legs will get better - sometime.

I certainly learnt one thing though. I am not as fit as I kept telling myself. No here near at all.