"Papay is carrying on old traditions but also making new ones.
On Wednesdays, I don't have breakfast and instead fill up on delicious cheese scones and home bakes at the coffee morning in the room between the church and the doctor's surgery. Here I find out that the stone piles in some fields are "steeves" for stooks, now listed monuments to bygone agricultural ways. We discuss where to get vegetarian haggis for the Burns Supper, plans to recreate the killing of the last great auk, now an extinct bird, by chasing an island lad around the hill with paint guns, and the mandible morphology of Papay mice."
I'm really enjoying this book, and this cracked me up for some reason.