Splanky I—Atlantic

"Why are you out here?" asked the bishop angrily. "Travelling." "What in?" Robert Byron, The Road to Oxiana The overnight ferry crossing from Orkney to Shetland is,

George Mackay Brown spent the first five years of his life at 80, Victoria Street, Stromness. His front door gave on to a narrow side street running down to Clouston’s pier, named

I have long since lost track of the number of rooms in which I lodged in the long interval between leaving university and settling down. I can rapidly tick off eighteen on my

Orkney is the mythological heartland of the selkie, shape-shifting seals which drag themselves up on to beaches at night, can shed their seal skin, translate themselves into human form. They are benign or

The first ravens I ever knowingly saw were on Orkney, on the northern isle of Westray. I was driving back from the town of Pierowall to the ferry, having walked up to the