Status Updates From The Outrun: A Memoir

When first I left Orkney, my friend Sean gave me a compass.
I used to wear it round my neck at parties, and when people asked about it, I would tell them it was so I could find my way home. Wherever I was, north was always home. I left the compass somewhere one night. Then I was totally lost.

An adventurous family coming to stay for just a couple of years before they move on should not be seen as a failure but, rather, a healthy part of the flow of people bringing new ways and keeping the place working. People here ate often called by their house name rather than surname. The houses are familiar, in collective memory, and will outlive the people staying in them.

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