My name doesn’t sound it… but Hoy is home, and George Mackay Brown was my Great Uncle (or there abouts – Grandad’s cousin).
Capt – GMB was awesome, I loved his Brinkies Brae column in the Orcadian.
I went to a car boot sale in Finstown one Sunday. Amnesty International had a stand there that everyone slipped uneasily past. They had half a dozen red velum style A4 folders sat on their table and a couple of paperback books. Curiosity got the better of me so I asked what they were. I was their first customer. She said they were GMB handwritten manuscripts that he’d donated for sale. I was astounded.
I asked about the paperbacks which he’d also signed. They too were for sale.
Tentatively I asked what they were priced at?
‘Weel, this one is £5 and the rest are six or seven’
I asked if one person could buy them all?
She replied of course I could.
So that’s what I did.
George was a hugely respected author and poet, I was thrilled to have something handwritten of his.
Part of my divorce settlement was to include the manuscripts, but in a typically devious sleight of hand my ex wife stole them. They’ll turn up again sometime, Karma has a way of dealing with stuff like that.