A local photographer sent to record the aftermath of the air raid at Sullom was Robert Williamson. He called at a local butcher en route from Lerwick to document the event, purchasing several rabbits as photographic props.
These rabbits were held aloft in a posed fashion by his driver to spin a story that, despite war now coming to one of the most remote locations in the United Kingdom, all would surely be well, and victory in Europe ensured, if the total damage amounted to an unfortunate rabbit!
The photographs of the event focus understandably on the bomb craters, with people (and rabbits to a lesser extent!) providing scale. However, the close-up nature of the shots means the images do not include much of the surrounding landscape, making it hard to ascertain the exact location.
In February 2026, I set out on a journey to Nothmavine to attempt to locate the field in question and the remains of the bomb crater. In an age of geo-location, interpretation panels and digital mapping, it was heartening to simply use old-fashioned research and one’s eye to employ detective means and find the correct field before homing in on the site of the bomb crater.
The clues that helped identify the location were the topographic break of slope of the horizon, the angle of shadows cast by those in the photos to determine time of day, the alignment of the adjacent post-and-wire fence, a vehicle positioned on the nearby road and, of course, any archaeological landscape assessment that would hint at the surviving bomb crater after almost nine decades.
The air raid caused minimal damage, and fortunately, there were no civilian casualties as the four bombs that made landfall were dropped too early, exploding in a field a few hundred yards from their maritime target, narrowly missing a school.
The site is now considerably landscaped, although a period of overcast, dreich weather had caused standing water to gather, highlighting the position close to the former manse and congregational chapel on the north side of Sullom Voe.
From this position, looking northeast across the sea inlet towards the present-day oil terminal, the trajectory that the German planes would have taken to attack their sitting-duck target became apparent. The relative lack of damage was a blessing and, to an extent, remains a mystery.