14.09.09
“It will be your heritage blankie” she said in her gentle Orcadian accent as I paid a few pennies for a bag of recycled wool. I had just expressed my surprise at how little she was asking for the yarn but was delighted at its impending addition to my blanket.
A little piece of the Orkney, a small space in time, a wet and wild holiday now weaves memories through my ‘heritage blankie’.
I can still hear her voice now. I am glad.
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