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Plight of the navigator.

It was a sunny day in Shetland and two senior Royal College of Nursing Officers were waiting for their plane back to the mainland after an exhaustive and most valuable tour of community mental handicap services in the highlands and islands. With a couple of hours to kill, they hired a car and drove out to see the sea. Arms folded across chests and, no doubt, Fingal's Cave blasting out over the in-car entertainment system, they sat down to enjoy the sunshine and the view across the bay.