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at the Fair Isle airstrip
Stuart keeps Lise warm!
inside the islander plane
and the view as we left...
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Odyssey Blog - a journal of events 29 March: by Claire Wednesday. Now it is a flying day, and there is a backlog of people to fly of Fair Isle. LoganAir have laid on extra planes, and we are due to leave on the 11:45. The skies are clear blue, and this time we know we are actually saying goodbye to our kind friends. They take a picture of the four of us, and we hug each other fiercely, promising to return soon. Our pilot is Eddie, who asks who wants to be up at the front of the plane. Keen to make up for being so pathetically ill on the way out, I volunteer, and am rewarded with the most stunning views, plus fascinating air traffic chatter in my headphones on the way up to Tingwall. Once on the ground we pick up our hire car, which Leasks have ferried out to the airfield for us, and set off at a safe but no messing pace to the ferry at Toft. Everything runs to time, and we arrive at Mid-Yell for 2.30pm, where they are having a break. Helen dashes out into the lobby to greet us gratefully - she has been running around with 52 primary age children all morning! Stuart, Marcus and Evgeny pick up the threads with gusto and the second section of the afternoon workshop with 11-13 year olds goes with a swing. However, no time to relax, as we have the rescheduled concert in Lerwick to get to (and rehearse for!). As soon as the children have pottered off at the end of the day we leg it back to the ferry, south to Lerwick, to the Garrison Theatre. There Helen does speed rehearsals with the boys, first chance they've had to go through the programme... The audience was small, as lots of people had turned up the previous night only to find the concert cancelled due to us still being stuck on Fair Isle, but it was warmly received, perhaps helped by the Fair Isle contingent who came along before vanishing off on their holidays! After the concert we set off to catch the last ferries through to Unst. The night sky is clear and crusted with billions of stars. On the ferry we put on the CD of our friends Fridarey (the extended Sinclair-Thomson clan on Fair Isle) and get rather emotional listening to their amazing voices and looking at the northern night sky. We find the youth hostel at Uyeasound, Gardiesfauld, open as promised. After a group meeting where we congratulate Helen many times on holding the fort alone, and debrief on what we've done so far, we stagger to our beds.
Lerwick, 29 March - Marcus and Helen rehearse at the Garrison
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