DAS MOVE!

After 28 years of chokin' on the big smoke...

I  moved to the Shetland Islands.

And so I ditched my life in Glasgow. I ditched strolls down Sauchiehall street on a Saturday night to watch all the scary social animals at play, Orange 2-4-1 Wednesdays, my grassy knoll in Kelvingrove Park, leopard print laden nights at Club Noir, the cobblestoned awesomeness of Ashton Lane, daytime bowling and pitchers of bud, 5 pound Primark shopping sprees, Mediterranean vegetable and cheese baps from Biblocafe and my beloved Crab Shakk for a stint in Shetland.



Now I live in Scalloway, a small fishing village on the west coast of the south mainland. We have a hotel, a bar, a general store, a galley shed, (dedicated solely to covert Up Helly Aa shenanigans...like seriously covert, I think chicks get clubbed if they ever try to get in) a second-hand book shop that moonlights as a post office and a bank that's only open for 2 hours a week, (and infuriatingly doesn't feature an atm). Ooooh, but we have a castle! And a chinese restaurant that makes a killer side of sesame prawn toast. And a park that boasts some of that quality, old-school, deathtrap play equipment from yesteryear. And a public pool that hosts ladies only swim and steam nights. And a street called Lovers Lane.

Bliss.