(EGET) Tingwall, Shetland, GB

World Heritage Sites Air Adventure: No Time to Die – A Shetland Whodunit
DI Jimmy Perez, Shetland Police—your ongoing guest log writer on the Sky Podcast series, with support from Starlink Aviation Solutions.

Episode 2: Tingwall: Closed Doors and New Leads

Departing Sumburgh, we flew VFR past Mousa Broch and Bressay Lighthouse, tracing the rugged coastline. Our next stop was Tingwall (EGET), near Lerwick, only to find the airfield closed for major maintenance until June 1. Undeterred, we landed nearby (the gray side of legal/illegal/didn’t get busted/official police business) and strolled Commercial Street, regrouping at the Lounge Bar. Over bannocks with smoked salmon and drams of Lerwick Distillery’s single malt, we discussed a crofter’s account of a quiet Englishman buying a ferry timetable. The dogs led us to a shed by the loch, where we found a map marked with our next destinations—a silent invitation to continue the chase.
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Whalsay: Clues Among Crab Sandwiches

Eastbound, we skirted the Out Skerries and passed Skaw Taing Lighthouse, finally touching down at Whalsay (EGEH). In Symbister, Harbison’s Bar welcomed us with Whalsay crab sandwiches and Shetland Reel Gin & Tonic. A fisherman recalled a visitor asking about boats to Unst. Under a bench, Lani found a discarded ferry ticket—another breadcrumb on the trail. The dogs’ noses confirmed it: we were still on the right path.
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Out Skerries: The Edge of Britain

We ended today’s flight at Out Skerries Airstrip (EG78/EGOU), Shetland’s easternmost outpost. The airfield is little more than a windswept ribbon of tarmac, but for us, it was the end of the line—for now. The Skerries, a trio of islands lashed by sea and sky, felt like the edge of the world.

At the Skerries Community Hall, Mrs. Jamieson, keeper of the post office and local stories, poured us mugs of strong tea and offered bannocks with fresh crab. She remembered a tall, quiet stranger with a London accent, asking about boats to Unst and the wartime bunkers on Grunay. Down by the slipway, Lani and Kai discovered a battered oilskin coat, smelling faintly of explosives and expensive cologne.

As dusk settled and the lighthouse blinked to life, we gathered on the pier, the wind whipping at our coats. The clues—a ferry ticket, a marked map, an abandoned coat—pointed north. Somewhere out there, Daniel Craig, or whoever he truly is, was still one step ahead, using Shetland’s wildness as his cloak.

Tomorrow, we follow the trail to Unst. But tonight, on the Out Skerries, the mystery deepens. Here, secrets are as old as the rocks themselves—and tonight, they whisper on the wind.

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