Eva Smith and Berry Farm

It would be fair to say Eva could have been overawed at having such a gifted sibling in Jim a Berry with all his inventions and creations; he was more of an outgoing person while Eva remained in the background. Eva from an early age accompanied her father on his trips to the mainland attending shows and livestock auction sales. Their base on the mainland was their farm/estate of Pitmedden on the outskirts of Aberdeen which John Smith purchased in the early 1930s.

Pitmedden House
Eva on a Shetland Pony at an Early Age

It was no surprise that it was Eva who took the lead at Berry Farm when their dad’s health failed and he eventually passed away. Berry always had very capable farm workers they had a good grasp of general farm work and Eva worked alongside them learning from the likes of Magnie Smith of Berry.

Eva and Magnie Preparing to Sow Corn

Eva at an early age built up a reputation as being amongst the best in her breeding and knowledge of Shetland ponies, taking many honours at home and the UK mainland. In 1948 she was appointed as judge in the Shetland pony class at the Royal Highland Show, thus becoming the youngest judge selected at that time. She was also a pony judge in Ireland and was invited to judge in Australia, but felt it was too long to be away from Berry.

When Eva was not working on the farm or with her ponies one of her favourite pastimes was horse riding, and would be seen galloping through the Berry fields on her horses.

Eva on Mohawk, Her Horse

When I was working at Berry farm in the late 1960s I soon found out who wore the trousers. Eva was always giving out orders making it very clear who was boss. When we were taking in the harvest, be it hay or corn, Eva would work on one side of the tractor and trailer and I the other, loading the harvest on board the trailer.

Eva Stooking Corn at East Park, Berry

When “caaing” (gathering) the sheep, Eva had to be at the forefront. My last Berry hill round up she insisted, although quite elderly, to take her place with her faithful dog in time served tradition.

Eva Caaing Berry Hill

As I mentioned before she was a fierce competitor and could be quite critical of pony judges especially visiting ones from further afield. I remember a classic example in the year 2000; Eva entered a stallion in a very prestigious local show and came last in the class. She came in to the work furious, vowing never to compete again and what did that judge know about horses. I had asked, “So you will not be taking part in the Shetland Millennium Show?” “No,” was the angry response. I replied, “We shall see, I will be at the show and I will take your picture receiving the Supreme championship from H.R.H Prince Charles!” This was met with a, “No you won’t!” The image below clearly shows I was correct!

Eva Receiving Her Trophy from H.R.H Prince Charles

Eva took part in many pony shows and was very fortunate to have someone like Jim who could turn his hand to anything when required. Two images below of a sulky and horse gig were built by Jim.

Eva on a Sulky Built by Jim
Eva, Jim and Bjorn on a Gig Built By Jim

Eva had a great interest in Jamieson & Smith created by her dad, and when he passed away took on the joint running of the company with Jim. This connection with the company carried on even after they sold the company in 2005. Shortly before she died in March 2018, Eva was still giving me orders on how the company should be run. That last conversation summed up the type of people the Smith family were, Eva thanked me for all the hard work I had done for their family over the years at the wool store and at Berry Farm. Very dignified, respectful of others and very humble, it was a great honour for me to work for them and also to be one of the Berry boys, they are sadly missed.

I now move forward in my journey with Shetland wool in upcoming blogs.

Berry Shetland Pony Stud

My first sighting of Berry Farm was while approaching Scalloway harbour on the ferry from Burra in the 1950s, our destination Blackness Pier. A group of Shetland ponies were grazing on the hill above Port Arthur. My only encounter with a pony before this had been at Quarff when we visited my auntie’s croft. The pony was used to take the peats in from the hill. I was placed on the pony and I promptly fell off. It would be fair to say that this was a bad introduction to this renowned breed.

A Very Young Oliver on a Shetland Pony
Berry Farm Ponies at Port Arthur, Scalloway

This was all to change when I began to work for the Smith family, I soon found out their ponies were much revered and were like an extended family, such was the care and attention paid to them. They were not as popular with the farm workers as they were notorious for leaning on and breaking fence posts and they most definitely had a mind of their own.

Tamazin and Tamward of Berry, 2013

Shetland ponies had been a great passion of my old boss John “Sheepie” Smith and the family grew up around the ponies. Of course they were initially practical working ponies carrying out all the farm duties such as ploughing and carrying heavy loads such as taking home the peats.

John “Sheepie” Smith and a Shetland Pony at Berry Farm
Magnie o’ Berry Ploughing at Berry

With the introduction of farm machinery ponies were spared the arduous farm work and became mainly show ponies and pets. I was soon to find out that although the ponies were the property of the Berry Stud, there was a competitive rivalry between Eva and Jim as to who was the best pony breeder. Jim concentrated on the miniature pony while Eva was more on the standard breed. The Berry stud was famous worldwide and their bloodline was much sought after.

Jim Training Gingi of Berry
Jim and Eva Selecting Ponies

In the early 1970s I recall having to help out loading ponies at Berry farm, their destination was Norway; this was a very strong marketplace, not only for Berry but Shetland pony breeders in general. The ponies were delivered down to Sumburgh airport by Jim in the Berry van and loaded on to a fairly large cargo plane. I was to travel over with the ponies to help out but was disappointed to learn that Jim would be the only passenger allowed to travel.

Shipping Berry Ponies to Norway, 1972

Jim and Eva’s interest remained resolute right up to their final years; you could look out upon what was their pride and joy the Berry ponies. I am pleased to say on a recent visit to Berry the ponies are still in place, where they should be. I attended the Walls agricultural show recently and had a look at the Shetland ponies on show. I recognised one of the breeders who I had seen in the past at Berry farm, I asked was there any of the Berry stud left, he proudly pointed out a beautiful pony its name Beechnut of Berry it did quite well at the Walls show, however at the larger county best of breeds show Beechnut of Berry came out top in the best of breed miniature class. I know that the Berry people would be delighted that their ponies are still acknowledged as amongst the best a very fitting legacy.

Beachnut of Berry, 2019

Jim A. Berry M.B.E Part 4

One of the highlights of working for the Smith family at Berry Farm that first year, 1967, and subsequent years was the meals prepared by Mrs Smith. After a morning in the fields, taking in the harvest, I could not believe my luck when lunch time came I was to eat with the family in the Berry kitchen. I was, and still am not blessed with culinary skills so my solitary life living in my caravan was quite basic on the food front to say the least. The food served up to me at lunch and tea in the Berry kitchen was a god send, lunch was always three courses and the finest cuisine, (after all they did own the village butcher shop). After lunch I was invited into the front room to rest from all the food! Jim would often tell me his stories about Berry, his inventions, and in particular his war years. Jim was fourteen when war broke out in 1939 and promptly joined the war effort by joining the local home guard. Some of his stories of this time resembled the television programme Dad’s Army. One such story was about a retired army major, I have forgotten his name. Their military exercises, naturally, took place around Berry as there was an army camp on the farm so it was a fitting venue. One particular manoeuvre involved taking an artillery piece on wheels up to the top of Berry Hill. Jim volunteered one of the Berry Shetland ponies for the job and they successfully reached the summit.  On completion of their exercise, the descent proved more difficult Jim suggested they could go down at an angle using the pony however, the major disagreed and ordered that the artillery piece should free wheel down the hill. This it did, despite protests from Jim, and the gun took up speed and ended up in the small loch at the base of the hill!

In the early years after the outbreak of war Jim volunteered for the Royal Air Force and eventually was posted to the Far East, Singapore if my memory is correct. While in Singapore Jim built a single valve wireless and would tune in to the local radio stations and listen to their music. Jim told me his job was mainly transport related; driving a mobile crane and picking up aircraft parts. On one journey in the middle of a busy town and at a crossroads, Jim became aware of the locals shouting and waving at the mobile crane. He glanced in his mirror and to his horror saw a traffic policeman hanging from the end of the crane’s jib. The policemen normally stood on barrels at busy thoroughfares and Jim had hooked this one off the barrel!

Jim returned home to work on Berry Farm and what would have been complete peace after his war time exploits in the Far East. His mind was always in overdrive, it was if he needed a greater challenge than basic farm work, building his speed boat and such like. He built a rickshaw which he and his friends would travel around in, he would tell me of chatting up the ladies and taken them for a run.

 He told me he always had an interest in flying; this was only natural after his work in the Royal Air Force and the war years. I forget the exact date, it could have been early 1950 when he built a plane at Berry Farm, using basic tools and equipment; I think it was powered by a Volkswagen engine. I asked “Did it fly?” “Yes,” he replied, “but only for a short time as I misjudged the height of a fence which I hooked and crashed!” I am pleased to say it has been restored and his now in the Scalloway Museum.

Jim’s First Plane

 I remember Jim once asking me out to Berry Farm as he had something interesting to show me. Arriving there I thought it would be possibly one of his gun collection. He had shown me some interesting antique pieces, a colt .45 handgun, a Mauser rifle from the Boer war. He told me the story of the Sten gun he had in his possession. In the early hours on a lovely summer’s morning returning home from a country dance and a few drams, he was trying to sleep but this crow sitting outside his bedroom window was making a terrible racket. Jim opened the window aimed at the crow, missed and the whole magazine of ammunition emptied down over Scalloway, he had forgotten to put it on single shot. Jim said come into the barn, I felt it hard to believe, and in all my years at Berry I had never seen that barn empty of rubbish and clean. Only one item of note remained, up against a wall was the remains of his first plane!

Jim explained about how he built and fashioned the propeller and other parts, he talked about his crash which of course did not meet with approval from his family however this did not deter him. It was unfinished business; Jim successfully built another plane, again at Berry Farm. After a few years of construction it was transported to Sumburgh Airport, and was first flown and tested by one of the commercial pilots from British Airways. After gaining his pilot’s licence Jim would often fly from Sumburgh Airport. Jim told me he sold the plane on to one of the British Airways pilots who flew passenger flights into Shetland.

Jim Working on Plane
Jim’s Second Plane Ready to Fly
Jim Flying Second Plane

I was frequently called to Berry usually to help out on the farm. One summons in the early 1970s, he asked their farm labourer and me to come to the workshop. We had to lift these two rusty axles onto wooden supports. I asked, “What’s this?” “It is the remains of my 1953 M.G. car which I allowed to rust away. I am now going to rebuild it,” and true to his word he did, he even allowed me to take it for a drive.

Jim’s Rebuilt M.G.

Another visit was to see another maritime invention, this time a request from a shell fish farmer to see if Jim could make a machine that could take the arduous work out of opening ropes and inserting plastic pins about a foot long and a distance apart on the vertical rope. The machine successfully opened the rope and inserted the pins, and I believe the machine is still now successfully manufactured.

Jim’s Rope Opening Machine

There were other lesser inventions, he almost finished a greasy wool press for packing wool, but he received one from a wool merchant before his was completed. He built a working lift in the wool store as well as yarn winding aids. Another favourite hobby was restoring old engines; he had a fairly extensive collection each with a story to tell.

One of Jim’s Restored Engines

I could go further, however my next blog will be about the Berry Shetland Pony Stud and involves both Jim and Eva. 

Jim A Berry M.B.E Part 3

In 1967 I first became aware that Papa was not the only island the Smith family owned, there were another three Islands; however Eva always said Jim had bought them and he was the sole owner. The lambing season would see Jim travel north through Shetland to his island Uyea, lying to the south of the island Unst, the most northerly part of Shetland and in fact the U.K. The island was now uninhabited however there is evidence of the first settlers dating back to the Bronze Age.

Uyea Buildings From Unst
Uyea Buildings

Jim told me he had bought Uyea in 1961 from Sir Basil Neven Spence, he was Member of Parliament for Orkney and Shetland until he lost his seat in 1950 to Jo Grimond. His family were prominent land owners in Shetland and also owned Busta House in Brae where Sir Basil set up home after leaving Uyea.

I was invited to join Jim for the lambing in 1968 but my boss at the wool store said he had work for me to do and J&S paid my wages. Much later on, in the late 1970s, Catherine, myself and our bairns spent a very enjoyable day on Uyea in early May. Jim picked us up at the nearest village of Uyeasound on the East side of Unst; we travelled a short distance across the sound before landing at the Uyea pier. Jim explained it was quite exposed here in Uyeasound with a strong tidal current; he of course, had a solution he adapted a motor bike to winch up the boat onto the pier.

Uyea Boat on the Pier at Uyea

I was most surprised to see a vehicle at the top of the pier, (which Jim had in fact built) and even more surprising was the road up to the farm house. Jim explained that the former owners were more or less self- sufficient on the isle they even had their own orchard. The land was very fertile and in past years carried a variety of farm animals, sheep, cattle, pigs, and poultry and of course, horses to pull the gigs. The actual farmhouse Jim used while staying for the lambing was dwarfed by the much larger “haa”; a laird’s house. Jim had taken the windows out, if my memory is correct, in order not to pay taxes. At one time Jim explained Sir Basil had servants and a teacher would come and stay to tutor his children. In fact, I was to meet up with an elderly lady, a former teacher who came to live in the north road close to my work and she would tell me stories of her time living and working on Uyea.

Uyea Buggy
Jim Uyea Express

Jim told us a story about two servant girls who lived and worked on Uyea. Part of their chores was to row across to the smaller neighbouring island of Half Gruney to the north of the main island to milk the cows. Even though it was summer in Shetland, squalls could come on fast and with little warning and after milking the cows and journeying back to Uyea, they got into difficulty when one of the oars broke. Their small boat drifted eastwards in the gale and several days later, after surviving on the buckets of cow’s milk they approached land. They landed safely in south west Norway and eventually news arrived back to Uyea that the girls had not perished but were safe and well! They married local men in Norway and Jim met with some of their descendants who came to Uyea to see for themselves where they originated from.

Uyea Haa
Uyea Farm Steading

As the years passed Jim felt the strain of travelling to Uyea and being away from Berry for a month. It was time to ease back and he was very happy when he sold Uyea to a local family from Uyeasound.

More special memories of my time working for the Smith family in another blog to follow.

Jim A. Berry M.B.E Part 2

Continuing my appreciation of Jim a Berry’s achievements, and having  dealt with some of his inventions based on a nautical theme, I now wish to showcase some of his agricultural achievements and stories that he shared with me.

In my previous blog I mention the fish gutting machine and the initial secrecy around it, with him saying “The workshop is out of bounds.” Jim told me the reason for this involved one of the most time saving agricultural appliances, this was the “neap” (turnip) lifter. In a previous blog I told of my having to harvest the leftover turnips by hand from one of the huge East Voe fields. This being back-breaking and very physical work, Jim decided to overcome this by inventing a mechanical harvester. He succeeded with this venture and carried out trials in the East Voe fields; he kept the finished version in the workshop and was in the process of applying for his patent. “A government authority or licence conferring a right or title for a set period, especially the sole right to exclude others from making, using or selling an invention”. Due to pressing work on the farm Jim had not finished the patent paperwork. On a day Jim, Eva and Magnie were all absent from Berry Farm leaving only the elderly Mrs Smith alone in the house. A stranger called asking for Jim by name and he was from the press and would like to interview Jim regarding his inventions. Mrs Smith said he was away at present and innocently offered to show the individual around the farm and, of course the workshop. She remembered she had something on the stove and excused herself and asked the man to see himself out. Some time later a company from down south patented the very machine that Jim had invented. Jim told me the manufacturers name and it was one at that time I was familiar with. A severe lesson learned and with his future inventions Jim made certain few people knew about them until they were his patent.

Neap Lifter in Jim’s Workshop
Jim Working With his Neap Lifter

When the wool season finished in 1967, instead of paying me off, Sheepie suggested I could work on Berry farm as I had some experience from Douneside and Craibstone. Berry at that time had a fair herd of Aberdeen Angus cattle and in the winter months were naturally kept in the byre. When I first went into the Berry byre and started work with the cattle I was very impressed when it came to cleaning the muck from the “ runnick” (drain) which held the cow dung. This was unlike Douneside, and Craibstone byres, where we wheeled the muck out by hand and barrow. Berry had a Jim invention; a mechanical shovel which took the dung from the drain and straight to the muck spreader.

Oliver in the Byre With a Berry Cow

There were other subtle mechanical aids which took a lot of the work out of the heavy workload on Berry Farm, Jim told me he constructed a wind turbine on the “knowe” (hillock) at the back of the house and he succeeded in producing electricity, unfortunately it blew down in a gale!

 His last invention was on or around his eightieth birthday and was an apparatus to assist sheep feeding in the winter months by putting the feed into the feed troughs straight from a hopper attached to the tractor, thus saving a lot of manual work.

Jim’s Last Invention; A Feed Hopper With James Nicolson

Jim was also a great story teller and could capture your attention and imagination on the telling of the story. You gathered from his stories that Berry appeared to play an important part in local history and folklore, perhaps it was to do with its proximity on the outskirts of the village, and it was always a very prosperous farm. I remember fencing with Jim on the hill above Berry and in fact the village of Scalloway. When digging to insert fence posts Jim showed me what he called “ess” (ashes) which he said was the remnants of the site where in years gone by witches were burned.

Scalloway Surrounded by Berry Farm

 Berry Farm House, Jim said, originated from the time of Earl Patrick Stewart who resided in Scalloway castle. “The house was built for the castle hangman, or so they say,” was how he would finish off telling a story.

There were many stories but the one that stood out was one I heard Jim tell many times and captivated his audience. In 1588 a former resident of Berry Farm, Andrew Umphray, a farmer and merchant of some standing in the community, was requested by the authorities to rescue the survivors of the wrecked Spanish Armada flagship the El Gran Grifon which had run aground on the remote island of Fair Isle, between Orkney and Shetland. Umphray dispatched a small vessel he owned to Fair Isle, the survivors were then transported to the south mainland of Shetland where they stayed until Umphray could arrange a ship to take them to Dunkirk where they eventually arrived safely back home. Umphray had reputedly been rewarded by the Spanish, some say in land but Jim said Umphray was given a small cask of gold for his efforts. Jim would then pause and continue, the gold was supposed to have been hidden on Berry Farm, another longer pause then “Perhaps I found it or it is still there!”

Berry Farm

I mentioned in one of my earlier blogs the skill of the late Tom Simpson of Brora and his ability to tell stories. Catherine and I were fortunate enough to have been in the company of both Tom and Jim at dinner one night, and I may have been biased, but Jim came out on top in the story telling!.

I will continue with further exploits of this remarkable man in my next blog.

Jim A. Berry M.B.E Part 1

My blogs are now approaching a time in my life of great change and, with that, challenges due to the departure of the Smith family from the company. Before moving on to the next chapter in my wool journey, I feel I cannot let the opportunity pass, to acknowledge my old boss; one of Shetland’s finest entrepreneurs and inventors. Not only was he a skilled, self- taught engineer he was also a highly respected individual and a great story teller. I have been very proud and privileged to work for the Smith family for almost forty years. I have taken part and benefited from some of these creations and have been told by Jim of how they came about and listened to his storytelling first hand.

JIm A. Berry and the Papa Boat

I will endeavour to put in writing some of his notable achievements and some of Jim’s stories however I can never do him justice in my writing!

When I received the Berry Farm archive photos from the Smith families’ relatives, the Hepburn family, when I told them of my plan to write this blog and when browsing through the images my attention was drawn to a speedboat. A favourite past time as a child in my home village of Hamnavoe on Burra Isle was fishing from the “big” pier, a relatively safe location due to the proximity of  Halcrows’ shop (which was situated at the head of the pier). It was in the late 1950s a group of us children were fishing from the pier one fine summer night. An unusually fast boat approached the pier slowed down and came alongside the smaller pier. Aboard were a smartly dressed man and woman. The man made fast the boat to the pier and proceeded up to the shop, returning with a selection of chocolate bars which he laid out on the “taft” seat. He then started up the motor and set off out past the pier. I found out later from the shopkeeper that it was in fact young “ Sheepie” Jim a Berry. Jim told me stories about how he had built the boat, and it was used in Scalloway harbour for water skiing as well as trips around the isles.

Jim and His Speedboat
Jim Speed Boat Water Skiing in Scalloway

In order to make life easier when landing on the beach at Papa to tend the sheep, Jim built a boat similar to a landing craft with a square sloping bow it was ideal for loading and unloading the lambs. I had quite a few journeys with that boat; the most memorable was being stuck in Papa in the early 1970s when the boat broke down carrying a load of sheep back to the mainland.

Oliver and Magnie in Landing Craft
Loading Sheep on Papa

The landing craft did not hold many sheep so Jim decided to upgrade to a larger vessel. He acquired a boat that had been used in the island of Fetlar as a flit boat to carry goods to and from the island to the inter- island ferry, the Earl of Zetland. This vessel called along the larger offshore islands to transport goods to and from the islands. Jim took the boat to Berry farm around about 1970 where on he used the wooden vessel to make a fibreglass mould. Jim took the mould off and ended up with a very practical seaworthy vessel, which carried livestock to and from the Island of Papa for many years.

Jim and the Papa Boat Built from the Fetlar Flit Boat, 2002

Possibly his greatest achievement was to build a fish gutting machine; a local fisherman had pointed out how labour intensive gutting by hand was and could Jim help. My own memories of this project will never be forgotten, when I first went to help out on Berry Farm I would notice this particular individual coming up the farm road every now and then, he would be carrying a poly bag in each hand and disappear into the barn. I followed him one day and he went into Jim’s workshop. I asked the farm worker, the late Magnie Smith, what was in the bags; he told me, “We are not to ask questions and entry to the workshop is out of bounds.” My curiosity took over and I waited for my chance! Jim and Eva were away, Magnie had gone for his break, and Mrs Smith was in the house. I opened the workshop door and the first thing I noticed was a foul smell and a hen sitting on the workbench pecking at something. When I approached the smell, I found it was a rotten fish and it turned out to be one of many. In the middle of the floor was a circular contraption with pieces of metal welded to form a shape that could hold a fish. The smell was overpowering, so I made a quick retreat outside for fresh air. Once I had settled into working for the Smith family and they appeared to accept me Jim invited me into his workplace and introduced me to his prototype fish gutting machine. I managed to look surprised and enthusiastic saying this would fairly help the likes of my father on their boat. I was not at all surprised when some time later a deputation from the white fish authority paid a visit and approved of the invention. I think I am right in saying that my Grand Uncle’s boat, the Responsive, which fished out of Scalloway was the first vessel to carry out trials with the machine. For this invention Jim a Berry was awarded the M.B.E. for his service to the fishing industry.

Jim and His Gutting Machine
Jim’s Fish Gutting Machine in the Scalloway Museum

I will continue on with some more of Jim’s inventions in my next blog.

Again I would like to thank the Hepburn’s for allowing me to look through their family photos and tell Jim’s story from my perspective. He truly was an inspiration to me from a young age, and still to this day.

In and About Lerwick Harbour, 1980s & 1990s

As I mentioned in my first blog “Island Life”, I was blessed to have been brought up in my early years in my beautiful island home. It was when I travelled to mainland Scotland and, as a student, worked inland with no sea in sight, that I realised what the sea meant to me. Settling down to work and live in the old North road in Lerwick I am but a stone’s throw from the sea. One of my first sights looking out our window usually passing 7am in the morning, is the Northern Isles ferry boat preparing to dock just below our house.

P&O Ferry St. Clair Leaving the Harbour with Wool Store in Foreground

I feel it would be appropriate to share with you some of my experiences and images from in and around our harbour. Lerwick, the capital of Shetland, originated as a fishing village and continued as such until the 19th century, when it became one of the major herring ports of Britain. I have talked briefly in earlier blogs about the drift net era of the herring industry and my family’s involvement with the fishing. The drift net herring fishing industry as I knew it came to an end in the late 1960s, being replaced by pelagic herring fishing.

UK Purse Netter Landing at a Reefer

Lerwick was a thriving location for the Eastern European fishing fleet in the 1980s and early 90s. A wide range of vessels including trawlers, factory and reefer transport would call to the anchorages in Lerwick both south and north to tranship fish between their vessels and load from the UK and Irish fishing fleet. The number of these vessels could get up to about 200 at the height of the busy herring or mackerel season. With the vessels brought an influx of visitors to the island, and it was a common occurrence for the people off the vessels to trade with locals both on goods they took into the UK and also buying items locally, even thing like cars were bought and sent back to eastern Europe.

Eastern European Vessels, Early 1990s
Crew Members on Their Way Back to the Ship

The collapse of the Soviet Union and clampdown on marine regulations in the UK saw the market die off in the late 90s. Over 15 years, as many as a 100 factory ships from Eastern Europe had tied up just outside Lerwick harbour for eight months of the year to buy from the fishermen. Local shopkeepers suffered a mini recession with the departure of the Klondike fleet. We had a frequent visitor at the wool store; a gentleman who came from Poland. He would exchange goods with us and I remember him baking a cake for us on their departure. It was not just their money that the people of Lerwick missed but also their friendship.

One of the fleet that didn’t make it back foundered on Bressay.

I was very fortunate to have a close connection with the Klondike era as our son began his career as a shipping agent servicing the Klondike fleet. At this time we as a family enjoyed trips off in and around the harbour with my late father in law’s boat and I was able to capture images of the industry, similar to the drift net herring industry now confined to history.

Family Trip to Bressay Lighthouse Pier, 1990s

I would like to thank our son Adrian for sharing his experiences of this era, a major part of Shetlands fishing history.

Our Son Adrian on his Way to the Klondike Fleet, 1994