Re-reading my travel journal, I found this entry:
Sept. 9
We went on a tour with Carrie from See Orkney. It was well worth it! We saw all the Neolithic, Pict, and Viking sites as well as Skalle (sic) House and the Italian Chapel, where a truck spring gave bounce to the baptismal font.
Sept. 9
We went on a tour with Carrie from See Orkney. It was well worth it! We saw all the Neolithic, Pict, and Viking sites as well as Skalle (sic) House and the Italian Chapel, where a truck spring gave bounce to the baptismal font.
We ate lunch at a brewery, which used to be a school – I had
hot pot: beef, potatoes, turnips carrots. Again, not enough flavouring but still good on a cool windy day. I had soup as
well – carrot and coconut. It was good too.
No dinner: we were still full from lunch – ate biscuits
and had tea in our room and watched Father Brown.
My rather abbreviated journal entry doesn't do justice to the day. It actually began propitiously when at our typical Scottish breakfast, we were joined by a tiny surprise guest. Someone at the table spied movement on the floor, which we all first thought was a mouse. But no, it was a frog. It must have hopped in when Greg and I arrived in the dark the night before in the wind and rain. Clever amphibian preferred the heated floor of the solarium, where we were now eating breakfast, to the outdoor chill.
Someone at the table picked him up and set him outdoors in the little walled garden just outside. I looked for him over the next couple of days, but I didn't see him again.
Carrie, our tour guide from See Orkney, arrived at the dot of 9:00, and off we went, the only passengers in her van. Carrie, pronounced as in car (not carry), was a wonderful host: she knew lots of stories about the area and the sites. She also kept us on time so we didn't have to worry about when to be anywhere, especially lunch, which she arranged for us at a pub/brewery.
There were of course sheep everywhere:
My rather abbreviated journal entry doesn't do justice to the day. It actually began propitiously when at our typical Scottish breakfast, we were joined by a tiny surprise guest. Someone at the table spied movement on the floor, which we all first thought was a mouse. But no, it was a frog. It must have hopped in when Greg and I arrived in the dark the night before in the wind and rain. Clever amphibian preferred the heated floor of the solarium, where we were now eating breakfast, to the outdoor chill.
Someone at the table picked him up and set him outdoors in the little walled garden just outside. I looked for him over the next couple of days, but I didn't see him again.
Carrie, our tour guide from See Orkney, arrived at the dot of 9:00, and off we went, the only passengers in her van. Carrie, pronounced as in car (not carry), was a wonderful host: she knew lots of stories about the area and the sites. She also kept us on time so we didn't have to worry about when to be anywhere, especially lunch, which she arranged for us at a pub/brewery.
There were of course sheep everywhere:
Here are some standing stones with sheep:
and no sheep:
and a shy sheep (just one):
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In the older part of the settlement, which probably never held more that 150 residents, the sleeping areas are little rooms off the main area:
Here is a passageway:
The view across Skaill Bay is rather unadorned:
Apparently this structure was a workshop , as described in the photo below this shot:
We were there on a rainy windy day. Glad I don't live in neolithic times, deerskins notwithstanding:
The later houses changed slightly and "became more rectangular with rounded internal corners. Also the beds were no longer built into the wall but protruded into the main living area."("http://www.orkneyjar.com/history/skarabrae/skarab1.htm)
The doorway seems a bit low; notice the rounded corners:
Here is the shoreline around Skaill Bay, probably not too much changed over the years, although erosion from storms is taking a greater toll now.
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After seeing Skara Brae, we warmed up a bit touring Skaill House, which Visit Scotland calls the "finest 17th Century mansion in Orkney." It was built in 1620 by Bishop George Graham, who was given the land after the execution of the previous land-owner, Patrick Stewart, 2nd Earl of Orkney, for treason in 1615. I mention this only because the 2nd Earl us a very distant relative of mine.
When I (very quickly) realized that the Stewarts are still strongly disliked, I kept my pride at being related to this earl under heavy wraps.
The southern wing of the house stands on a pre-Norse, likely Pictish, burial ground.
This link provides a fun account of the lives of Bishop Graham (who was removed from office for being soft on witchcraft and incest) and the various lairds who succeeded him:
http://skaillhouse.co.uk/the-house/the-lairds-of-skaill/
This is the sunken garden at Skara Brae. The weather in the Orkneys is relatively moderate since, thanks to the Gulf Stream, it is on the same latitude (ca. 58 degrees) as the southern tip of Greenland. Often the flowers we saw were similar to those which flourish in PEI.
Skaill House was eventually home to the man who unearthed Skara Brae in 1850, William Graham Watt. According to information in the link below, he entertained Lady Jane Franklin, the wife of Sir John Franklin after the explorer left Stromness on his ill-fated voyage to find the Northwest passage (a Canadian connection in that Franklin's ships, the Erebus and the Terror were found in 2014 and 2016 respectively). http://skaillhouse.co.uk/the-house/the-lairds-of-skaill/
I must confess I don't recall whom the portrait below memorializes. It might be Lord Watt. Captain James Cook's dinnerware is displayed at Skaill Hose, but the captain probably didn't linger long enough to have his portrait taken.
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Our next stop was Maeshowe, a 5,000 year old burial place, through the passageway of which the sun shines at the winter solstice. I hope, since it is December 21st today, that it is not overcast in Orkney. The entrance is at the white patch to the left.
Archeologists call it a "superlative monument."
This is the walkway to the mound. Carrie told us that the powers- that-be are thinking of closing Maeshowe to the public because people have to cross a busy road to get to it and they are afraid of accidents. There must be better ways to solve that problem than closing the monument.
The passageway into the mound, lined up to greet the wintry sun, is 36 feet long.You have to walk doubled over and by the end, you feel very glad to be through it.
In about 1100-200 AD, Vikings found their way into the tomb, likely to pillage it, and left rune carvings on its walls. They called it the Mound of the Orks "Orkahaugr." (Graffiti were popular even then but are now considered to be very fine examples of runic writing.)
http://www.visitorkney.com/things/history/maeshowe
The Vikings weren't shy about boasting:
This graphic give a good idea of the elements of the mound:
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