Otters are one of Scotland’s most charismatic animals and are a favourite amongst wildlife lovers and myself. So when I was given the opportunity to make a short documentary during my time studying MA Wildlife Documentary Production I decided to choose the otter. A few things worried me at this point…
1) I had never seen an otter in the wild before.
2) I knew how difficult they are to get close to, never mind film.
3) I had never seen one before…did I mention that??
So first things first, I needed to choose the best possible location to maximise my chances of obtaining enough good footage to make a short film. My first port of call was the Isle of Mull, as I knew they had good otter numbers there. But on further research and speaking to a local expert he warned me of high tourist numbers on the island during the month I wanted to commence filming. So he gave me the number of a man on Shetland called Richard Shucksmith. At this point I had no idea who he was or if he could even help me. But after a positive talk on the phone I arranged to come to Shetland for a recce in early April. So off to Shetland I went!
Meeting Richard for the first time after a 12 hour ferry crossing I probably did not give off the right impression of a young, enthusiastic cameraman wanting to get out there and make a film on otters. I probably just looked like you’re average ferry crossing passenger getting into Lerwick at 7am….absolutely knackered (maybe slightly hungover but lets not dwell on that). We headed out straight away and in the car on the way to the first site Richard guaranteed I would see an otter during my 3 days on Shetland. I was still sceptical at this moment in time if I am truthful. But what do you know…after about half an hour of looking along the coast we found a young dog otter feeding about 10 metres from us.
It was at this moment I realised I was in the right place and more importantly I had found the right man to help me make my film. So I left Shetland after a few days feeling very positive.
I headed back to Shetland in July with the hope of following a mother and cubs. I ideally wanted to see the cubs grow and mature, eventually leaving their mother to go it alone. Lucky for me Richard had one female in mind he visited regularly and this year she happened to have two cubs. Things seemed to be going perfectly so far. What could possibly go wrong? We had arranged to work together during the month of July but at this time of year I knew Richard was at his busiest running otter tours and photography workshops for the influx of tourists visiting Shetland.




