Showing posts with label Orkney Islands. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Orkney Islands. Show all posts

Monday, June 6, 2016

Scotland Spring 2016 #3: To the Orkneys


Arctic Tern
       In the last post on this blog site I told you about time we spent in Durness in the far northwest corner of mainland Scotland.  In this installment we go even further north to the Orkneys Islands.  The islands are an archipelago of 70 islands (20 of which are inhabited) ten miles north of the Scottish mainland.  The islands are populated with Neolithic and Iron Age sites rather than people—the population of the islands is just over 21,000.  We spent our time on the main island, called Mainland, with its two major towns, Kirkwall and Stromness.  
       In the two and a half days we spent in the Orkneys we visited some ancient sites we’d been to before and a few sites new to us.  The most impressive ancient site on Mainland is Skara Brae, a Neolithic village which lay hidden under sand for over 3000 years until a major storm in the 1850s swept away the sand and revealed the buried village.  



The dwellings were built into the ground for protection from the weather and were quite sophisticated for having been lived in from 3000 to 2400 BCE—stone beds, cupboards, central heating, etc.  We walked above the structures and marveled at the designs of which early people were capable. In the northwest corner of the island we next went to the Birsay Bay Cafe for lunch.  

The cafe is literally at the end of the road at the end of the island, and you’d think you were at the end of the world except for the crowds.  The cafe with its homemade sweets and locally grown products is so well known that both days we had to wait for a table.  
Anne at the Earl's Palace in Birsay village.


After lunch we toured the Earl’s Palace, a castle belonging to a former Earl of Orkney, and now an interesting ruin.  Since the tide was out (low tide) we took the opportunity to walk
The causeway to Birsay Island at low tide.

The Brough of Birsay and view back to Mainland.


Birsay Lighthouse
over the causeway of cement, stone, and sand to the tidal island of Birsay.  Here we wandered the remains of foundations of an Iron Age brough (small agricultural village) and then climbed to the top of the island for a look at the Birsay Lighthouse.
      On our second day we took the morning tour of Highland Park Distillery in Kirkwall, the capital of the islands and where we had booked our B&B stay (Avalon House, a great B&B just out of town along the bay).  
The tour guide shows us peat which is burned to dry barley and to add flavor to the whisky.



Highland Park pot stills

Coal fire also used to dry malted barley.

A little too expensive for my taste, although I'd love a taste.

The Highland Park whisky is considered by many to be the best of Scotland’s single malt whiskies (with the awards to back up the claim).  The tour was conducted by a very knowledgeable guide (engineer-type) who also gave us a guided tasting of the distilleries most popular malt, the 12 year old.  After our bit of liquid refreshment, we drove out to   Barnshouse, the remains of a Neolithic village near the Stenness standing stones and Ring of Brodgar.  
Sternness Standing Stones

Part of the large stone circle (as big as a football field) called the Ring of Brodgar.

Barnshouse Iron Age village.

The village was interesting, but I was fascinated by a herd of swans [That’s the official group name for swans.  Personally, think they are too graceful to be called a “herd.”  That’s for cows, not swans.] in the nearby loch.  

The rest of the afternoon was spent in a tour of Maeshowe, a Neolithic chambered cairn and passage grave.  
Anne walking out to Maeshowe Chambered Cairn.


Our archeologist guide.

Built around 2800 BCE, Maeshowe along with Skara Brae was designated a UNESCO World Heritage Site in 1999.  We walked the quarter mile out to the tomb and then took a tour of the interior guided by an Historic Scotland archeologist who obviously loved her job.  

     Our last full day in Orkney was spent first playing golf at the Stromness GC and then touring the Broch of Gurness.  


The broch is the remains of an Iron Age (500-200 BCE) broch village, a defensive structure indigenous to Scotland.  The structure, besides the broch tower itself, shows some of the same constructions we saw at Skara Brae.  
Kirkwall Harbour at sunset.


That evening as we wandered around Kirkwall harbour, we were treated to a grand sunset over Kirkwall bay.  A fitting end to our three day stay on Mainland Orkney.
A fence of wool.


Friday, February 5, 2016

Old Stories and Photos--Hopefully New to You


A Few Antique Cameras

It’s difficult to write a travel and photography blog when I’m not traveling and I haven’t had the camera out for a month.  I do have a couple of stories and some photos from past travels that I’d like to share.  I will have some new material in a few weeks—when we get back from Grand Canyon, Las Vegas, and Zion.  Until then, I hope you enjoy these:
Local residents, Amulree, Scotland.

Woody

In the far northwest corner of Scotland, this gang of ducks pecked our car until I got out and paid ransom.


Sleeping In

Our Scottish niece, Ailsa (adopted by us after living with the B&B family since she was three years old), has the good habit of working hard on her studies and thus being tired often.  She also has the bad habit of not being easy to wake up.  Jim and Elizabeth often stay and run the B&B when Ailsa’s parents are away on a trip.  This particular evening Jim was teasing Ailsa about missing the school bus (a bus from her private school picks her up in front of the B&B six days a week—rigorous school program) the last time her folks were gone and he had to drive her the forty minutes to school.  She promised, promised, promised that she’d be on time for the bus in the morning.


A Canby jay

     So, the bus pulls up the next morning at 7:00—we can see it out our bedroom window—and waits for about three minutes.  No Ailsa, the bus drives away.  Two minutes later Ailsa screams, “Oh, no!” and hurries downstairs and out the front to no avail.  Jim had an early appointment, so this time Elizabeth had to take Ailsa to school.  Believe me, Liz was not happy about it as she was supposed to be fixing breakfasts for the guests.  The only thing that saved Ailsa’s hide was that Anne and I and our friends the Gordons were the only guests and we were okay with fixing our own breakfasts.
Ailsa made me promise, promise, promise not to tease her about sleeping in.  I’m just terrible about keeping promises.

A Fur Coat and a Winter Snack


Osprey, Cullen, Scotland

I think this is Mrs. Jay.

Anne at Gurnsey Broch in the Orkneys.

Defending the Dinner Table

Anne and I had had a full day of touring in southwest Scotland.  We’d played 18 holes at Stranraer GC, visited both Corsewall and Killantringer Lighthouses (thirty miles of single track road), and wandered the seaside village of Portpatrick with its own old lighthouse.  We stopped in at the Crown Hotel for a beer and some writing time.  

Exterior of the Italian Chapel in Orkney.

Interior of the chapel made by Italian POWs in World War II.

Dueling Spires, Minnesota

     The Crown Hotel’s pub, we discovered, had been recently named Seafood Pub of the Year by one of the foodie magazines.  We felt good about our drinks and writing, the menu looked very inviting, and the kitchen smells were extremely enticing.  It was still too early for dinner and the restaurant didn’t take reservations, but we did want to eat at the Crown tonight and we didn’t want to give up our great table. Anne devised a killer plan—time killer, that is.  As she worked on her journaling and nursed her most recent drink, I wandered the village for some photos.  When I came back to the table and my by now rather warm ale, Anne walked to the car on the other side of the village to get more for us to work on.  With fresh drinks after she got back we worked a while longer successfully filling enough time to be ready for dinner at our window-side table.  

Sunset at Portpatriek harbour, Scotland.


The Town Hornblower (Ripon, England): a horn blower has signaled that the town's night watchman is on duty for  the past more than 900 years.

The Crown Hotel lived up to its awards.  Dinner was fantastic.  After a shared starter of bacon wrapped scallops, I had a beautiful fried mackerel (I guess it’s okay to call a dead fish beautiful) and Anne a wonderfully prepared North Sea Cod.  It felt sort of gladiatorial to have had to defend our table for dinner.  Veni, vidi, vici!

Horsetail Falls, Columbia River Gorge, Oregon


A replica of Stonehenge on a hill above the Columbia River in Washington state.


The Real Thing