ShetlandThe sun bathed the craggy peninsular in warm spring light. Katherine sat on the stoop on Wilf's farmhouse, feeding Alicia. She looked across the grass covered ground, seeing the villagers going about their daily routine. Animals were being led around on leashes by children as men chopped fire wood. It was a carefree scene that would ordinarily have warmed her heart. Not anymore though. Her heart was heavy, leaden down with the loss of Jake. Wilf walked out of the front doorway, handing her a steaming mug of tea.
“Get that down you Kath,” Wilf said, gently folding his ageing frame into the wooden chair next to hers.
“Thank you Uncle. Just what I need,” she said as she took a sip of the sweet brew. She looked across at him, a tight smile on her lips. “What are your plans for today?
