Stand in the middle of the Ring of Brodgar on a grey Orkney morning, and something happens that no photograph can prepare you for.
The bagpiper enters first. Then the haggis — carried on a silver platter, steaming, trailing the scent of oatmeal and spice across the dining room.
Within about thirty seconds of “Strip the Willow” beginning, you will be spinning. You won’t know who’s spinning you. You won’t care.
The ferry cuts its engines. The ramp drops. And for a moment, nobody moves.
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