Monday, September 08, 2008

The Silver Darlings


What would Neil Gunn have to say about the title of his novel about the early days of the herring industry on the coast of Caithness being adopted for rumps and sirloins in Wick?

'They forgot all about the ship; they forgot everything except the herrings, the little silver fish, the swift flashing ones, hundreds and thousands of them,the silver darlings.'
page 26, The Silver Darlings, Faber and Faber

Wick's streets are so full of words like this, displaying themselves on buildings, walls, windows. Many are left as shadows of a former use, ghosting under new names and titles and warnings. Some are barely legible now. I've been so struck by them, that I'm making a collection of photos here.

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