“Then there is the story of a young Orphir man who spent a whole year among the fairies in the Hillock of Howe, near Stromness, and of how he danced there all that time with a jar of whisky on his shoulder. When he was finally pulled out, he complained he had not been allowed to finish his jig. It was only when he saw the uppers of his boots dangling about his ankles that he realised he had danced the soles completely off”
Source: A peculiar people and other Orkney tales by Leask (1931)
Imagine if he hadn't been allowed to finish the whisky!!! Nice one and hello!