Da Happie Laand by Robert Alan Jamieson sampler

am, without even trying! But I will send you more material, if you like.
One thing I know you will be interested in is something I am going to do
this summer.
There is a woman who is now in her hundredth year, by the name of
Mimie Jeromsen. Mimie is the oldest person in the Zetlandic community
and what will be really interesting to you is that she once worked as a
maid for the Scot-Cunninghame family. I have arranged to go to see her
in three weeks’ time.
Best wishes
Philippa
ps – hope you like the enclosed postcard – new design!
21 June 2000 – Ferry/Town
And so I’d phoned him back.
‘Your father hasn’t been seen for four days. I thought he might have
decided to travel south, perhaps, to visit you?’
‘I haven’t seen my father for years. But who are you exactly, Dr
Hart?’
‘I own the chalet …’
‘Chalet?’
‘ … where he lives.’
‘His landlord?’
‘More of a friend.’
I stop the memory tape. My father has disappeared. And what kind of
friend is this landlord? I run my fingertips over railway seat fibres. They
bristle harmlessly.
I let the tape run back to the time when I knew him best. The time
when he was there, and he lifted me up to his huge shoulders and set me
there to see the world from a place higher than he himself could reach.
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