Clarkie’s Orkney Tour – April 2005

Gills Bay off the north coast of CaithnessThe sky looked a mite threatening as we left Gills Bay on the old Claymore. When we booked the ferry, we didn’t realise the Pentalina B was undergoing some pre-tourist-season refurbishment, and they’d brought the Claymore off the bench, as it were. She’s an ex Caledonian MacBrayne ferry, registered in Glasgow, and if I recall correctly she used to sail from Oban to Mull, Tiree and so on. I’m sure it was her I was on, when I went to Coll many years ago.

On board the Claymore ferry en route to OrkneySo many years ago, little wonder she’s now in semi-retirement. And little wonder I checked out the many rusty bits with some apprehension. I don’t like water at the best of times, and the Pentland Firth does have a certain notoriety. However, being tour guide for the day, I didn’t share my reservations with my friends from Aberdeenshire and France. They were engrossed in checking guidebooks and replacing batteries in cameras, and apparently quite content.

I did, of course, share my limited knowledge of the Claymore after we were home. With an Old Pulteney nightcap in their hands, and smothered by a home-alone big bouncy dog, they were fortunately unfazed by my doubts about seaworthiness.

Swilkie Point, off the north coast of Stroma in the Pentland FirthThe cloud broke up a little as we passed Stroma. Stroma is uninhabited now, apart from seasonal sheep, but was a thriving island community until the last residents left in 1962. Its population peaked in 1901 at 375, but the decline begun with the downturn in the fishing economy, which was the main income source. Stroma comes from Norse, and means “The Island in the Stream”. So presumably the BeeGees, Kenny Rogers and Dolly Parton have all been here.

View from a ferry approaching St Margaret's Hope, OrkneyAs we arrived at St Margaret’s Hope, the weather had worsened again, and we were beginning to question the wisdom of a day trip to Orkney in a Scottish April. The tour guide in his wisdom suggested we whiz past the Churchill Barriers with their visible wrecks – scuttled to block the channels into Scapa Flow during WWII – and the Italian Chapel (built by Italian POWs) and pick them up on the way back to the ferry. Likewise, I suggested only a brief stop in Kirkwall to update our information at the TIC. We could visit St Magnus Cathedral on the way back.

Maeshowe on Orkney's MainlandSo we headed for Maeshowe, the finest chambered cairn in Western Europe, built before 2700BC and containing the largest collection in the world of runic inscriptions to be found in one place. It was shut. Albeit temporarily, for a guided tour of luminaries, but Joe Public with a ferry to catch had to move on. The day was getting better, though. The sun was shining.

Standing Stone Circle of Stenness, OrkneyNext stop, the Standing Stones of Stenness, dating from the third millennium BC. This is what Orkney’s about, for me. It has an incredibly rich and varied pre-history.

Ring of Brodgar, OrkneyAnd just up the road is the Ring of Brodgar. It dates from the same period as the (perhaps) more famous Callanish, on Lewis. But for me it is equally awe-inspiring.

Fishing boats on the shore of the Loch of Harray, OrkneyBoth the Stenness Circle and the Brodgar Ring rest on the shore of Loch Harray, where anglers were standing patiently up to their oxters, and an array of wee boats on the shore promised much more fishing in more favourable weather. Today’s pastimes seem to rest easily alongside these emotive monuments of our ancestors. I guess that’s the sort of place Orkney is.

Part Two

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Mike discovered the joys of horticulture when, as a small child, he overheard a neighbour say she'd dropped a sixpence in the tattie patch. He has been digging ever since, with the tenacity of a true Scot, hoping one day to find a fiver. Despite now running his own landscape gardening business, Mike claims to be permanently broke, due in part to his quest for fame resulting in writing gardening columns for free. He likes trees, Jack Russells, and 12 year old Glen Ord, but not necessarily in that order. Gifts of any of these can be sent c/o, but he would like to point out that the third item is by far the easiest and cheapest to post. One of the highlights of his life was winning a toilet brush in a raffle. He persevered with it for ages, but he's back on the paper now... Mike approaches gardening and writing with exactly the same formula. Throw in plenty of manure, and something good will eventually spring up.

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