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For many, the word Shetland evokes ponies, wool sweaters and sheep dogs. And yes, all of those things are there in abundance. But beyond such attractions, I discovered a magical place untainted by consumerism; an unpretentious, gorgeous landscape; and a small-town feel that is wonderfully distinct from that of any small town you have ever been in.
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Though under the jurisdiction of Scotland, the Shetland Isles are nearer to Norway, and the majority of Shetlanders descend from the Norse, who inhabited and ruled the isles from A.D. 900 to 1469. Shetlanders are quick to point out and celebrate their Viking lineage. On the last Tuesday of every January, the famous Up Helly Aa Viking fire festival takes place. Teams of torch-bearing men in Viking outfits parade through the streets of Lerwick, then make their rounds to various sites to perform skits. Legend has it the pagan event used to mark the end of Yuletide and was meant to conjure the sun to appear after the long, dark winter.
With peaks as high as 1,475 ft., the Shetlands offer hearty hikes for all levels. Climbing along the craggy cliffs and through the long inlets (voes), you feel a bit like a Viking yourself. Shetland is one of the best places in the world to see an abundance of seals and otters, and you can view them at an astonishingly close range. The latter, especially, thrive in waters off the barren coastline, which is rich in fish. A cloudy day is one of the best times to go otter watching.
Lerwick is the largest port town in Mainland (the misleading name for the largest island) and the heart of the Shetlands. When someone from the outer isles speaks of those who have moved to Lerwick, it could be the lament of someone from the Ozarks who has lost a loved one to the mean streets of Manhattan. But Lerwick (pop. 7,280) is an Old World village, with a bustling harbor and historic stone monuments. The main drag, Commercial Street, set back from the esplanade and guarded from the wind, is a winding, echoing cobblestone path lined with appealing shops.
I spent a day with a friend on Mainland and shyly asked about the prospect of seeing some of the famous miniature ponies. "Ah, they're everywhere," she said, amused that I would be interested. "We'll pass some along the way." Sure enough, driving out of Lerwick, we saw dozens of ponies dotting the landscape. Through a friend in Edinburgh, I had arranged to stay at the home of Anna and Lowrie Simpson, native Shetlanders. When people on the isles discuss someone's origins, they say, "He's Shetland," conveying the sense that being from the place means one is the place. Shetlanders have their own dialect, a musical tongue that rises and swells with lots of rolled Rs, which they switch off with ease to accommodate incomers. But even when speaking in their most neutral English, they weave in words such as peerie (little), bonny (pretty) and muckle (large). And you had better know the expression Ya kin (you know), because people often tack "Ya kin what I mean?" to the end of sentences.
Fifteen of the 100 islands are inhabited, and each one offers a slightly different aspect of Shetland (and a different accent). To Shetlanders, being from Unst, say, is not at all the same as being from Whalsay. Most people visit Unst to alight upon a variety of Britain's northernmosts: here you can find the post office, brewery and golf course that sit at the country's highest latitude. Yell is otter country and also has miles of peat moorland; if you have any interest in peat cutting, this is the place to check it out. An array of wonderful summer flowers marks Fetlar, the greenest of the isles. Whalsay is a friendly fishing community with a busy harbor.
Because the isles are so remote, change happens at a glacial pace. One day while I was staying with the Simpsons, Lowrie mentioned the long line at the bank. I asked where the bank was, unable to recall having seen it. "Oh, it comes around in a van once a week," he said. The mobile library comes once every three weeks. Most people on the tiny island (pop. 1,000) don't bother with a mailbox. The letter carrier just opens the front door and leaves their mail in a convenient place.
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