Last night I looked out of the bathroom window (after my nightly shower) and saw the faint glow of the Northern Lights or the Merrie Dancers, as they are called here.

But as they didn’t look very promising, I went to bed to lie on my acupressure mat for a while.

Then I saw on Facebook a friend posting photos of the aurora from his house and I also received a message from another friend saying they were out, so I hum’ed and haw’ed and decided to get up to see if it had improved around us.

Outside a good show was going on.  So, I stood there in my dressing gown and slippers possibly in the compost heap (a good vantage point) taking endless photos.  It was definitely worth it.

The aurora was changing all the time – in colour and in shape and I think I was beginning to see faces….. which was worrying.

Definitely faces. I see them.

It was looking strong from the left but the big shed was blocking me so I took myself to other side of the house which has a lower horizon to see if I could find better. Success!  It was in ribbons.

I nearly tripped up over ‘Ster who was sitting on the track peacefully chewing his cud.  I apologised to him and turned my torch on a bit higher while I walked trying to avoid any other sheep.  I definitely saw Lambie. He ignored me as usual.

And when anyone asks me why I live in Shetland, I shall show them this photo.  This is why, I will tell them.  This is my perfect place.

(I got to bed just after midnight)