It’s 1pm on a Sunday and before me sits a sniff of Highland Park Scotch and a cup of instant coffee. I’m in a Kirkwall pub called ‘Auto Hoose’, frequented by Westray folk. The rowdies are warmed up and moving into 3rd gear but my gut is tender. I’ve been […]

I’m still in Orkney. Kirkwall, actually. Orkney Islanders populated the area of Canada known as Arcadia, were chased out because of some concerns about their loyalty, and moved to French Louisiana where they are known as Cajuns. Things went a little sideways last night so I’m in a rough shape, […]

All the sheep are looking at me. They communicate. Every last one is paying attention (maybe pretending not to). They line up and stagger and shield each other, so all can see and important ones are protected from the threat I may pose. Then the sick one is brought to […]