I have posted before about the wrecked cars that I sometimes encounter on my hikes around the Shetland landscape.
This year I encountered another one.

Here are the others I have sketched:


I don’t want to give the impression that Shetland is littered with abandoned cars. It’s not. But there are certain hidden areas I’ve discovered which are car graveyards, and I now go there deliberately. I find something vaguely poetic, evocative, about an abandoned car in a wide pristine landscape. It’s as though the landscape frames it: puts a picture frame around it and says look! This twisted metal is art.

