Today, I closed up my studios until the end of the year. My beautiful miniature orange tree has been stripped of its fruit, and instructions are left on how to water it: ‘Please speak to it while doing so, or it will sulk’. Everything has been unplugged for PAT testing, and three paintings have been left out for hanging in Wasps’ Winter Exhibition later this month. My working studio is filled with stock and display items for the Winter Market which the awesome Jo Page is running for me this year. Please go along and support her, as she will have some of her lovely things there, too.

I am trying to remember what I might forget: Fair Isle is remote, and resources are few; you can’t just buy a missing charger or pop down the hill whenever you want for a jar of coffee. Or a bottle of wine. But that, of course, is the appeal.

Dinner is a Pizza Express delivery for my daughter and me as my husband is lecturing at UCL today. I just hope he gets back from London tonight. But I’m not really that hungry. I am just worried about oversleeping and missing my train.