If you need a salty tale to see you through one of these long, chilly evenings Gary McDonald recommends this one. It begins.
‘On the rugged island of Unst, where the gales speak in tongues and sheep outnumber people thirty-to-one, lived Tammas Mucklebriggs, a man as broad as a barrel of salted herring and nearly as pungent. It was said Tammas could smell a leaky hull before it had sprung, which either spoke of his craftsmanship or his unfortunate proximity to the problem.‘
Read on at Mark Seymour’s Facebook page >>here<<.
