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In the windswept Orkney Islands, where the sea claws at the land and the lochs run deep, there is a legend older than the kirk stones and darker than the winter tide.
By Fauna BlakewellIn the windswept Orkney Islands, where the sea claws at the land and the lochs run deep, there is a legend older than the kirk stones and darker than the winter tide.