It all seemed to end on the 2nd September with heavy, black clouds, thunder and lightning and solid rods of rain bouncing a couple of feet off the road. I went to Lerwick just when it started and returned at teatime to find the power off ... lightning on a pole somewhere.
As it got dark I filled Lizzie Goudie's (an old relative now long gone) oil lamp and lit the stove,
It didn't last long, the power came back, but the glow of the lamps and the smell of the paraffin brought back memories of a crofthouse somewhere when I was a visiting child.
Oh, and the weather ... has returned to stillness and sunshine, but cool, with a touch of autumn.