From Shetland with love

My best friend, who lives in Shetland, specialises in memorable gifts, an old military tin helmet (which the kids were convinced was a tortoise when it arrived in the post), a rather fetching fly swat and a bottle of Shetland air to name but a few. This was a wee present to Murron, a piece of curly wire with coloured wooden discs that spiral down making a very satisfying noise. Murron lay in bed last night playing with it over and over, whilst whispering "there goes the orange one...and the yellow and the red..." Kards, the aforementioned friend, also walks a fine Munro - but that'll keep for another blip!