top ten moments of the summer, in no particular order really

10. That feeling when walking out of my final exam with a very sunburnt Aidan thinking "two weeks in Stirling of complete liberation. Bring it on."

9. Dian's party in North Roe, where I woke up in a room full of Christmas decorations and later found a video on my phone of Heather and me sucking helium from balloons singing songs from The Sound of Music.

8. Wandering around my home-village with Ceidiog, pushing an old shopping trolley full of old bike tyres, bamboo, an unmbrella and a portable television we found in a skip.

7. Working this summer with my dad, cutting grass and whelking and setting up antiques stalls in various parts of Shetland and going to his workplace and filiming a bunch of crazy, silly scientists. Infuriating, exhausting and incredible. I owe him a lot of thanks.

6. Coming second place in Young Film Critic of the year award. The real glory was not the money or even getting to shake Mark Kermode's hand (though that was pretty damn awesome), but the fact that afterwards my dad smiled and ruffled my hair. That's the ultimatum in I'm Proud of Yous from him.

5. When Jane was up with her boys, and we had a Spanish-That-Was-Actually-Kinda-Mexican Night, where the Mindtwin and me got a little drunk on Cococabana and concluded the night lying back on the driveway watching a spectacular meteor shower rain down from one of those starry Shetland skies.

4. The film festival in its entirety, but to name a few particular favourites: Homemade in Shetland/Maddrim night and not screwing up the speech, when Jason Isaacs invited us to eat chocolates with him in his dressing room, jammin' in the festival club, the Observer article, the footage we filmed for Stallionhead 3, and not forgetting our favourite honourary Maddrim members.

3. Kevin MacNeil's book launch, and seeing both Kevin and Alan Bisset (AKA Vaguely Famous Guy) again in general. Also finding out that Alan Bisset is a fellow AKD resident. 6.21W, Mr Bisset, all I'm sayin.

2. My last couple of hours of the last semester.

1. Sitting on a sunny hill in Lerwick with a collection of wonderful people - some of who were knitting at the time - and thinking: I must be the luckiest person alive.