Hooses in Poetry

Heavy rain this morning, but it cleared into a sunny day.  There has been the odd shower now and again.  A lovely calm night.

I've been working on the museum desk all day.  There was plenty to get ready for tonight and also the weekend.  The Big Take Over starts today around Lerwick, including the museum.  I've been working late in the museum, as we've been playing a movie, Night at the Museum.  40 bairns booked in, and started with a guided tour first.  Various folk dressed up, and I was dressed a cow, with help from niece Elise.  We jamp out and scared the bairns when they came by.  Great fun, and a great success.  Elise is staying over for the weekend. 

Shetland has always had a great standard in education.  In the 19th century, most could read and write, and they loved poetry too.  This abandoned township has a wonderful poem about the house names, and a man reminded me of it the other day.  
"Pund a Lut, Peerie Lut, Muckle Lut an Holla, 
Da Whilbigarths, Da Tiptogarths, Da News an Upper Scolla,
Da bonny hoose o Da Bergins, Giltic at dey rös,
Gosta an Punds o Firth, an next to dat Da Cröes,
Fluucads lies oot ower a knowe an Sandgeo hit lies lonly,
Mongraclett lies in a blett, an Villance breeds only".

Once a thriving community, and the fun they must have had making this poem.  Now all lies derelict, and the houses moved across the voe.  Most houses can be seen, a couple lie over the hill.  These are the Shetland names, not the OS map names.  The first building was Pund a Lut, but it was ripped down a few years ago, and the stone used to build this pump station.  Taken at Firth, Delting.