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The Shetland Isles with Airport Parking Market

I needed the whole week to recover from an exhausting weekend in Ireland.

Whilst I’d originally planned to enjoy the charm of Ireland’s capital and kick my feet back, in the end I found the infectious spirit of Dublin too rapacious to ignore.

I drank more Guinness than I ever thought was possible and stayed up the whole night talking nonsense with a gang of youths half my age. The hangover which accompanied me on the drive back home served as a constant reminder that I might still be able to put them away like I used to in my old networking days, but that doesn’t necessarily mean that I should.

I had planned on taking my time, driving back up through Wales and perhaps stopping off for a piece in the midst of Snowdonia. Instead, with the weight of the world hanging on my eyelids and a lingering yeasty smell that I couldn’t quite shake off, I found myself a conveniently empty car park near Pembroke Castle and passed out – exhausted.

I awoke to a tapping on the window, my little Ka was absurdly steamy and the Parking Officer clearly suspected that there was something untoward going on inside. All he found was a dishevelled looking 40-something woman with a serious case of morning breath. I thanked him for waking me and promptly sped out from the car park before he had the chance  to consider what I was doing there in the first place.

With a sneaky McDonalds breakfast inside me, the world began to shift from greys and whites to the familiar blues and greens of the Welsh countryside. Snowdonia is one of my favourite places to drive through. The roads are as smooth as you like and some of the views that you’re treated to verge on the pornographic. By the time I returned to Conwy I was more than ready for another sleep which I gratefully dropped into as soon as I could.

Mum and Dad were rather amused when they found out about my indulgent weekend and suggested that I take it easier on my next trip, advice that I took to heart when I booked flights for the Shetland Isles.

Home to a population of less than 24,000, the Shetlands are comprised of a handful of islands that collectively amounts to around 1,400 square kilometres, around two thirds the space of my beloved Snowdonia National Park. The weekend I had planned would by no means set my world alight with excitement, but there comes a time (around when you hit 40) when you discover that the promise of unbroken fresh air and light exercise is more alluring than the idea of several pints down the pub. So I packed a pair of walking boots, small rucksack and took the Ka up to Edinburgh to catch my flight.

I get a little thrill whenever I’m on the way to the airport, regardless of the duration of the flight. The entire ritual of the experience, from booking my parking (I use Airport Parking Market to get the best deals) to check-in, is something that brings me straight back to my days working in business and causes me to unconsciously start going through non-existent presentations in my head and rack my brain for investment opportunities that were optioned years ago.

The hour and a half flight flew by in a flash, the dark indigo of the North Sea quickly surrendering the craggy coast lines of Shetland. There are few airports that I’ve landed in that are as dinky as Sumburgh’s. Just a few bare landing strips are accompanied by a couple of boxy buildings, greatly reducing the time in between landing and getting out into the open air.

When it comes to accommodation on this small crop of land, the bulk of the hotels and guest houses can be found in Lerwick, the Shetland’s biggest settlement.

However, I wanted to be as far away from this as possible. I was lucky then to get my first choice when it came to Airbnbs. Abby is a writer and journalist specialising in the Shetland Isles, so she makes for a perfect host. Her cottage is a gorgeous little retreat from reality. Surrounded on all sides by expansive moor land and lochs, cars pass by rarely, making this a truly idyllic spot to enjoy

After a 45 minute drive to the cottage (you can hire cars from the airport) I’d already seen half the island from the comfort of my rented vehicle. Abby’s cottage is situated pretty much bang in the middle of the main island, making it an excellent base of operations for rambles and walks out to the surrounding countryside. If I was worried about drinking too much during the weekend, I needn’t have, there are no pubs near walking distance from the cottage, only a quaint little village shop and cafe.

The Mainland of the Shetlands is a truly peaceful place, it doesn’t matter whether you’re in the centre of the island or in one of the many little inland settlements, the exposed nature of the island is forever in your mind with the sea breeze tossing a fine layer of sea salt over every blade of grass. After a weekend spent walking the hills and eating the fine food that these islands have to offer (I ate a cream cake in Lerwick, on the way back to the airport that made me want to die) I felt thoroughly refreshed…

…if not a little thirsty for a pint.