265/365 Rita of the Shetland Islands
directed us to that northernmost point: drive, park, a 90-minute hike. There we might see the puffin colony, but it was probably too late. It wasn’t. They frolicked within feet of us. Back at the car we devoured the tea she’d lovingly, knowingly packed.
posted by Indigo Bunting at 6:07 AM
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I think "Rita of the Shetland Islands" is every bit as grand a name as "Xena, Warrior Princess" or "Buffy the Vampire Slayer." I can see her standing on some rocky promontory, hair and clothes buffeted by the wind, as she surveys her landscape, looking for wrongs to right and weary travelers to soothe with a nice hot cuppa.
very lovely
May I be the first to assume that a puffin is a fluffy little critter with cotton-candy fur which is completely edible and wholesome and nutritious?
SY: I will never remember Rita in quite the same way. Fabulous.
OS: Thanks. It sure was. One of those favorite moments.
P: But of course! We had to come up with something to add to Rita's delicious tea and cookies!
Well, then, where can I order one? Oh, I see. Not for sale, huh? Rats. I was hoping for a cute and cuddley Christmas present. One you could eat.
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