Ranafast

Yet three centuries later, deep rhythms from Africa stowed in their hearts, their bones, carry the world's songs.

For those who left my country, girls from the Downings and the Rosses, who followed the herring boats north to Shetland, gooding the sea silver as they went, or boys from Ranafast who took the dairy boat, or slept over a rope in a bothy.

Songs were their soul's currency, the pure metal of their hearts, to be exchanged for other gold, other songs which rang out true and bright when flung down on the deal boards of their days.

It really has something, doesn't it?

Yet three centuries later, deep rhythms from Africa stowed in their hearts, their bones, carry the world's songs.

For those who left my country, girls from the Downings and the Rosses, who followed the herring boats north to Shetland, gooding the sea silver as they went, or boys from Ranafast who took the dairy boat, or slept over a rope in a bothy.

Songs were their soul's currency, the pure metal of their hearts, to be exchanged for other gold, other songs which rang out true and bright when flung down on the deal boards of their days.

It really has something, doesn't it?

And it doesn't happen.

But I had an interest and maybe when I was 14, 15, I think, a drama group was set up in Runefarshda and they were at that time they were doing three act plays and I eventually got a part a little part in it when somebody when somebody fell left the play and got sick whatever it was I got his part but you took the opportunity I took the opportunity well I wanted to anyway

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course but I remember the first night we were on stage I was doing it perfect Up until the night we went on stage.