The Hidden Isle
I created a stir in Orkney! I infiltrated the community of Longhope as a stranger and lefts as one. I surreptitiously was dressed as a “tourist,” and left in the uniform of a police constable in the Northern Constabulary. I had been instructed to uphold the law, with regard to drink driving offences, which had been taking place too liberally, and which, along with my colleague, Martin we were to stamp out.
I arrived by commuter ferry, dressed in ripped jeans, plaid shirt, red cagoule, unshaven, with brown work boots and my hair dyed! And a green holdall containing my real, “work clothes.”
To further create the illusion, it had been arranged that had been “arrested” and to be released at the ferry port. The ensuing spectacle was riveting for the bystanders. On arrival at Longhope, I made my way to a secret address to later liaise with Martin. The witching hour came about and we proceeded with our plan, which worked a treat! Two individuals were apprehended for drink driving offences which, which they treated with bemusement as to where I had come from! Word soon got round and the motor vehicles stopped appearing on the road.
The inspector at Kirkwall considered the mission a success and wholeheartedly congratulated me on my part.
As I savour my Highland Park whisky at night time I often think of my hidden identity in the Hidden Isle, and lying hidden at the bottom of Scapa Flow!