We arrived in Fair Isle after a lovely fast sail down from the Shetlands. 
It is a tiny, very beautiful island with steep cliffs, a few sheep and a population of 70. All of them knitting flat out. Bruce was seasick but has recovered fully and is striding out over the hills with paunch, cameras and a lovely soft evening light.
Fair Isle anchorage
We’re dining at the bird observatory here, with keen people of all sizes with gumboots, binoculars round their necks and notebooks. They were not amused when I reported on my Heimay meal of pan-fried puffin with gravy.
Fair Isle cliffs