ABSTRACT
There is a story which I have heard, in various versions, many times in Skye. It goes like this:
There was an old woman [or man] living in township X. One day a couple of tourists come by and start asking her questions. ‘Have you ever been outside this village?’ they ask. ‘Well, yes. I was at my sisters in [neighbouring township] not so long ago.’ ‘But you’ve never been off the island?’ ‘Well, I have, though not often I suppose.’ ‘So, you’ve been to the mainland?’ She nods. ‘So you found Inverness a big city then?’ ‘Well, not so big as Paris, New York or Sydney, of course…’ she explains, going on to reveal that she has travelled to numerous parts of the globe.
