Lynne's post on Maeshowe has had me leafing through my books on English language this morning, taking me back to the days when I knew a bit about runes and their descendants in Old and Middle English. I was taught by this man, who in turn was taught by Tolkien, and so although it's all a bit hazy now, that heritage is special in itself.
Anyway, the brooch in the picture happens to bear a runic inscription from Maeshowe: reflecting times past and present. It comes from the Orcadian jeweller Sheila Fleet, and it's worn on a Harris tweed jacket*, so when I go about I am in effect a cryptic advertisement for the arts and crafts of the Scottish islands and thus in keeping with the runes, you might say.
*It may look a bit wild here, but it's actually a sober, heathery green in the flesh.