There is a quiet, absurd nobility to the Sanday Easter egg story.
To recap, there are 500 people living on Sanday. It’s up there in the Orkney islands, minding its own business, full of beaches and bronze age remnants and Norse names, as close to Norway as it is to Glasgow. Or thereabouts.
A few weeks ago, Dan Dafydd, owner of Sinclair General Stores on Sanday, ordered Easter eggs for his shop. He thought 80 would be enough. By now, you’ll know Dan made a mistake. He ordered 80 boxes. He ended up with 720 eggs. I don’t know much about Sanday except that Peter Maxwell Davies was from there. So, for a time, I had an image of Dan, eyes fixed on the North Sea, hair billowing around him as he listened to Farewell to Stromness on repeat and contemplated his chocolate future. Go on, Dan.
Dan has spoken of his “embarrassment”. He has also talked about finding “non-conventional” means to get rid of the eggs. Not sure what that meant at first – was he fashioning them into a large neolithic chocolate henge?
Turns out, Dan set about raffling some of them with a ‘guess the number’ competition (unless something curious is going on, surely the number is 720) with each guess costing £1. It’s open to non islanders, so given the publicity, there is a chance of a fair sum being raised. The money is going to the RNLI, which makes all sorts of sense for an island community.
Dan has no reason to feel embarrassment. At some point we have all misordered – the wrong volume, the wrong size, the wrong trousers. We have all been the casualty of lack of online focus.