Wednesday, 29 December 2021

ARRAN - CHRISTMAS 2021

Christmas in another place is always exciting!  This time we opted to return to Arran and the cottage we stayed in several months earlier for our 2021 wedding anniversary.  It being late December we knew the weather would be unpredicable and that cold, wind and rain being distinct possibilities.  It was ever so!

The ferry crossing was good and we arrived in good time to get the rooms warm and the steak and chips on the table before wanted nothing more than to go to bed.  We spent the days revisiting various east coast towns and villages, admiring the coloured lights and door bows folks had adorned their homes with.  It all looked very festive.

Christmas day dawned and we opened the gifts we brought to exchange.  Tara spent a good few minutes unraveling the fluffy red blanket that Ian gave her.  It became her firm favourite for snuggling up with and going to sleep.

 


As usual in the Neal grouping we headed out for Christmas Day to take in a good breath of air and greet anyone and everyone we met along the way.  A walk along a sandy beach and then back to the cottage to the traditional Christmas activity of eating more food!

A day or so later saw us taking in the sights of the fields, hills and villages on the road up to Lochranza.  Another short walk along the village road and off to the castle and back along with half the local population has become a great memory of the holiday.  The picture below shows the stone bench where we had a picnic lunch.  We mentioned this bench and the inscription round it (and the artist) in our last Arran Blog - do look it up.

 


When we headed home to catch the ferry back we came unstuck.  It wasn't running!  We kept our fingers crossed and asked if we could return to the cottage for a while.  We waited with bated breath to see if we could get a place on the next ferry.  Fortunately we did.  This made for a long return home day but after having had such a special Christmas we were really very happy and ready to embrace the start of a new year in a couple of days.     

Monday, 20 September 2021

Shetland 2021

 


So, 10th September 2021 saw us travelling up from Durham to Aberdeen to catch the MV Hjaltland for Shetland.  The pic above is from Wikipedia I'm afraid and shows the ship docked at Aberdeen.  Although we'd planned the journey very carefully to allow plenty of time and a good stop to allow Tara a bit of comfort space before we embarked, unfortunately the traffic was awful and we had several quite long delays,  As we were more and more delayed, we crept towards the Dundee rush hour and hit it perfectly which delayed us to the extent that we missed the earliest checkin time and were getting perilously close to the latest!  We therefore didn't have time for the comfort time nor did we have time for any photographs!

We drove more or less straight on to the ship, parked up and found our cabin.  Northlink Ferries have only just started doing pet-friendly cabins the alternative being kennel cages or stay in the car - neither of which would have worked for Tara.  We were pleased therefore that they'd done it because we wouldn't have gone otherwise.  In fact, the cabin was a standard one with a lino floor covering instead of carpet.  It worked really well, though.  The only tricky bit was that the "exercise area" was up some steep stairs which were OK when we were going up the coast but not as we crossed the rough bit and the ship was rocking.  Tara didn't like that ... she's not good with stairs at the best of times and certainly prefers each step to be where she last saw it.. Ian pretty much carried her down!  The other problem was getting her to wee onto steel decking when she prefers grass.  In the early hours, there were two groups of people sharing the small deck area - dogs owners and smokers and we're still not sure who was affronted more by the others' activities!

Anyway, it worked OK and we docked spot on time (7:00) in Lerwick.  To be greeted by pouring rain.  Ian took Tara for a wet walk round Lerwick, found an open cafe and therefore breakfast, and Tara enjoyed the sniffing ... and weeing on grass!

 

We had done a Tesco Click and Collect from the Lerwick store for our groceries, collected that and then meandered our way to Bardister which is situated at the north-west bit of the Shetland Mainland, just over Sullom Voe from the Oil Terminal. 

The map to the left shows where we were.  It was, shall we say, in the sticks.  We'd thought that Bardister would be a village with the croft as part of it ... but actually Bardister in one of four houses!  It was lovely

Here is the road that passed along the end of the driveway into the croft.  You can see that it was cold from what Lois and Tara are wearing!  More windy, really - Shetland is known for its wind which is why there are so few trees!  In the distance is Sullom Voe itself and the oil terminal just about visible.  There are more pictures later in the story since it makes a spectacular industrial view.

 
This is the croft.  Bedrooms were upstairs (Tara had her own bedroom!)   It was just lovely.  It was significantly smaller inside than outside because of the thickness of the walls, but that kept the wind out and the heat in, so we were very happy with it
 


 

And here is a happy and warm hound enjoying the fire!





Here are some pictures around the croft:



The next day we went for a bit of a drive around the north-easterly part of Shetland Mainland - a part we'd missed out during our last visit.  Here, we found some very pretty little places, including Collafirth Pier.  This was built in 1988 on the site of an old Norwegian whaling station and now home to one of Britain's largest fishing boats, the Altaire which must have been out when we visited. Smaller inshore boats work from Collafirth and these are evident in the pictures below.  It was clear that a good deal of money had been put into this little place, and it had been renovated thoughtfully.  We didn't think that they'd done it for the public - we went for a picnic lunch and were the only people there for the whole of our stay - but they clearly have a great little community here.



In the two lower photographs, you can see what looks like a ship's wheelhouse repurposed to serve as a sort of control booth, presumably for the control of the boats entering and leaving the pier area.  It was a lovely little place - it's so nice to see somewhere cared for and used for the enjoyment of a community.  We will come back here later during our stay.

 

We went west on our next day - pretty much as far as one can go!

Over there is Eshaness Lighthouse which is situated on the Northmavine peninsula.  It has an interesting shape - a tapering, square 12 metre high tower.  It was built by David Alan Stevenson (one of the famous 'lighthouse' Stevensons) between 1925 and 1929. It was built from concrete because of the unsuitability of local stone.  It flashes white every 12 seconds and has a nominal range of 25 nautical miles (46 km). The light was automated in 1974 and the former lighthouse keepers' accommodation is now holiday accommodation.

The lighthouse is only 12 metres high, but is perched on top of spectacular cliffs which give it the height it needs to shine 25 nautical miles out to sea!


Sullom Voe Terminal

Sullom Voe Oil Terminal has always been a bit of an obsession for Ian, ever since he read North Star by Hammond Innes - a novel set in and around Shetland.  The terminal itself hadn't been built at the time it was written, but the novel is all about an oil rig so the connection was made.  The local politics surrounding its location are interesting. When Shetland was identified as a location to provide pipeline terminal and support facilities for offshore oil installations in the northern North Sea, corporations involved had expected to each build their own terminal facilities. However, wishing to minimise the negative impacts of the industry, the Shetland Islands Council, with power granted to it by the UK Parliament in the 1974 Zetland County Council Act, was able to contain all pipeline terminal facilities at the Sullom Voe site.  The oil comes ashore via the pipelines connected to the platforms out in the oilfields, then it's collected by tankers from the holding tanks as it's needed.  The terminal was built between 1975 and 1981. 6,000 people were employed during construction, housed in temporary accommodation, including a former car ferry Rangatira.  The first oil was received on 25 November 1978 via the Brent pipeline and on 3 December, the first oil from the Ninian pipeline was received. 

The terminal makes a fantastic photographic study, especially at night.  Readers of our previous blog posts might remember that we'd tried to take photographs at the terminal itself but were asked by their security people not to, so we didn't publish them here ... however the following pictures were taken this year and from across the Voe so we didn't think they'd mind ...


 

Our next outing was down south, right to the southern tip of Shetland.  We'd been this way before, but had only stopped at Sumburgh Airport and the lighthouse at Sumburgh Head.  This time we did things a little better having carried out some research.  

Old Scatness is an archeological site on the Ness of Burgi in the south end of Mainland, Shetland, near Sumburgh Airport.  It consists of medieval, Viking, Pictish, and Iron Age remains having been a settlement for thousands of years, each new generation adding buildings, and leveling off old ones.  The site was first unearthed during construction work for airport improvements in the late 1970s. An arc of the broch wall was exposed in one side of a green mound during the building of the perimeter road at the airport at Sumburgh Head.  

When we got there, we were on our own - the hut was locked with a notice telling us to pay at the hotel nearby.  We tried but they had a fairly aggressive notice up saying that only booked guests were allowed in.  So we visited the site anyway!

 


St Ninian's Isle is a small island connected by the largest tombolo in the UK to the south-western coast of the Mainland. The tombolo, known locally as an ayre from the Old Norse for "gravel bank", is 500 metres long.  During the summer the tombolo is above sea level and accessible to walkers. During winter, stronger wave action removes sand from the beach so that it is usually covered at high tide, and occasionally throughout the tidal cycle, until the sand is returned the following spring. Depending on the definition used, St. Ninian's is thus ether an island, or a peninsula.  The island recently appeared on the latest series of BBC's "Shetland" drama.  We went to the spit itself, but didn't walk the full length of it to the island.  It's very odd walking along what is effectively a sandy beach but with water on both sides!

When we got back to the croft, an oil tanker sailed past having (presumably) collected a load of oil from the Sullom Voe Terminal.


The vessel is the "Sea Vine", a Crude Oil Tanker that was built in 2004 and is sailing under the flag of Marshall Islands (a group between Hawaii and The Philippines).  Her carrying capacity is 106021 tonnes.  Her length overall is 241 meters and her width is 42 meters.

You can just make out a tug "riding shotgun" for the tanker.  This was just in case she got into trouble with an engine failure or something like that.  Two tugs of the four stationed there are on continuous standby at the terminal.  This was the Tystie and the others are Dunter, Tirrick and Shalder. These are named after local seabirds found in Shetland.

The next day we decided we ought to go across to Yell ... because we could.  Yell is one of the Northern Isles, the others being Unst - even more north - and Fetlar - east of Yell.  Last time, we went all the way to Unst, but this time we opted just to nip across on foot to have a coffee.  Fetlar is for our next trip here.  Again, we were amazed by the efficiency of these little ferries!



On our way back, we returned to Collafirth (mentioned above) to try to capture the history of the place ... we found it intriguing.



And then it was time to go home!

We spent a lovely day finalising our packing and then having a good look round Lerwick before heading for the ship to cross back to Aberdeen.

Just two more photographs to share with you:


This is the three of us at Fort Charlotte, right in the centre of Lerwick.  It is an artillery fort, roughly five sided, with bastions on each of three landward corners, and half-bastions on the corners of the seaward face.  The middle is just grass.  

The final pic is not of the ferry - but of the Forth Bridges from the car.  We're on the new one, the old road bridge is next to us and the rail bridge is in the background.


And there you have it.  Shetland is a very special place.  The islands are sometimes culturally closer to Norway than Scotland, and many of the place names and architecture reflects this. They play fiddles and accordions rather than bagpipes. It's a wild, treeless landscape and cliffs surrounding countless blue seas and lochs.  Some say it has a spirituality about it ... and we agree.

It's already calling for us to return.

Thursday, 24 June 2021

Beer, Devon - for the solstice

We planned this trip two full years ago after our last visit (see blog post from before).  We planned it for June 2020, but it actually happened in June 2021.  You know why.  Rather than using Premier Inns outside the village as before, this time we booked an cottage through Air BnB right in the middle of the village, just up a tiny lane beside the church.  "Up" is important here.  The word "precipice" sprang to mind when we saw it!  Beer is built on two sides of a steep valley.  It's what gives it its charm, of course, and from our sitting room we could see right across the valley over the main part of the village over to other main residential area (see left).

Beer's main claim to fame is its beach - not a sandy on, but peddles.  Tara was not struck by these but luckily they have reused conveyer belts to make matting for dogs (and people) to walk across the pebbles.  We took coffee some mornings and lunch too, sometimes.  Shortly before this photograph was taken, Tara had VERY nearly plucked a discourteous seagull out of the sky as it flew past a bit low, cheekily eyeing up our crab baguette and baked potato.  We are not sure if she would have known what to do with it had she caught it, but it certainly perked her (and the people around us) up, causing a small ripple of applause!

Not every day was warm sunshine.  The weather (as it seems to do just now) went from glorious sunshine which could get too hot at times, to perishingly cold, rainy and windy.  This photo, taken a couple of days before the one above, shows that it was "woolies weather" while two days before we were in shirtsleeves! 

Notwithstanding the cold weather, Tara enjoyed paddling in the outflow from the brook which flows through the village down its main street (see photos in our last Beer blog) and then just disappears into the pebbles at the beach.

Now we get to the more important part of this blog post and the main reason for coming to this rather nice place.  You'll remember from the last post about Beer - from back in 2018 - Lois' cousin, Mike Green, built himself a stone circle.  Not a toy one - a proper one that predicts eclipses and indicates solstices in the way that our stone age ancestors did it (see Green, M (2015). Eclipse Prediction in Stone-Age Britain. Twelve Acre Publishing - available via Lulu.com)  The intention was that we would do the business at the circle on 21st June and see the moment of the solstice sunset at about 21:30.  Well, 21st was pouring with rain, so we didn't go then but did go for a little picnic at Blackbury Camp, the site of a mediaeval fort. It was wet!

 


The 22nd was heavily overcast so although we went up to the circle and had wine and nibbles, there was no sign of the sun!  23rd was a bit better and we managed to see the sun.   Here are a couple bits of (poor quality) video that show the circle from the air (we got a drone but didn't take the trouble to learn to use it properly!) ...


 ... and the moment of sunset on 23rd June - still within the solstice date "envelope" ...

 

And here are some stills:

This was about five minutes before sunset.  The circle is in the foreground and the sun behind it.  This isn't lined up with the keystone and the solstice stone.  The video shows these better.

Again, here is the scene a few minutes before sunset.  This one is lined up, although you can't really tell that because to do it properly, you have to stand in a hole with your eye lined up with a notch on one of the stones, looking at the sun and another stone in the circle!

Saturday, 5 June 2021

Isle of Arran

This was a trip that was postponed from Christmas 2020 (and then again from Easter 2021) because of the pandemic.  Fortuitously the new date coincided with our 37th wedding anniversary which gave us the opportunity to relive the memories of our honeymoon spent on the island in the summer of 1984 – of which more later. 

Of course, nothing in this household goes completely to plan (one of the downsides of planning everything meticulously!) and getting to Arran became a bit tricky.  We noticed on the Calmac (the ferry operator) app that the Ullapool-Stornoway ferry had broken down with engine trouble, so the company had taken one of the two ferries from the Ardrossen-Brodick route to replace it.  Since only one ferry out of the two was operating, we had a 50/50 chance that our booking would be honoured … and guess what – it wasn’t.  Calmac didn’t contact us – we had to contact them, which was disappointing, and there was nothing they could do except to suggest that we went on the “turn up and go” ferry from Claonaig to Lamlash.  Actually, not the end of the world – it should have been an extra couple of hours detour to go via Loch Lomond, round the tip of Loch Fyne and then down the western side of the Firth of Clyde to Claonaig.  The scenery would be lovely, we thought, and a couple of hours extra isn’t much … but we chose to travel on the first Saturday of half term, and it was a nice day, so the whole of Scotland appeared to be on the road to Loch Lomond. Scotland’s roads are not built for tourist traffic (even though a significant proportion of the country’s income is from tourism) so we got stuck in an hour and a half of traffic jam. The ferry was great, though – once we got there.
 
This is the ferry terminal.  It used to have a toilet, but that's been removed.  Basically, you just turn up and join the queue, which is marked up in lanes.  That's us at the back on lane 1 and so we were fairly confident we'd get on.  In the event, lane 2 was filled up too and they still had plenty of space.  It was a very smooth operation.  We had just missed one, so waited for the next - about 40 minutes

 

 


Here's the ferry docking.  It looks tiny here but it's actually stable and absolutely fine.   COVID restrictions forbade us from getting out of the car (although plenty of passengers did) which suited us.  Tara just stayed asleep for the 30 minute crossing (£16.50 all-in).

You can see the Isle of Arran in the background - it's really not far away.

Once across, we had a 30 minute or so drive round the top of the island to get to Lamlash which was where we were staying.  As we read the signposts and passed through places like Sannox and Brodick, the memories from 37 years ago came back.  It was nice!

 

 

 


We found "Whiterock Cottage Hideaway" through AirBnB and it's really well named.  The views are stunning and we had the run of the three fields and extensive woodland that makes up the property. Here is the view from the bedroom window!

 


We were hosted by two absolutely lovely people, both significant artists. Tim Pomeroy is a sculptor – stone mostly – and his wife, Josephine Broekhuizen is a painter. Their work was all around. With the fields and woodland, Tara was in heaven with the smells available to her and had a wonderful time, as did we.  That night we cheated by cooking a pre-prepared chicken dinner and relaxed in these wonderful surroundings.

On  Monday we went to the sizable Co-op in Brodick for shopping.  Brodick has changed in the years since we last visited - there is now a huge pitch and putt thingy on the seafront and the whole place has become much more tourist-orientated than before.  Not a surprise, of course, and the place looks so much more affluent as a result.  They've built a grand new ferry terminal here, although we could still see the remains of the old link road (now a very much sitting area) that we backed along because the ferry in 1984 had been damaged and the loading ramp at one end out of action.  Memories!

Tuesday saw us sightseeing.  We wanted to find where we camped for our honeymoon - right at the southern tip of the island, near Kildonan. We passed through Whiting Bay - its name doesn't come from the fish but is a corruption of "Viking Bay". It is quite a grand place, really, telling of its affluence in the past when a steamer service called here from the mainland  That stopped in about 1960 and the place declined but the big houses remain.  We paused here to buy a freezer block - necessary because of the unseasonal heat!  The weather realy has crashed from one extreme of unseasonably cold to the other extreme of unseasonably hot.  It was currently the latter.

We found the field we'd stayed on - exactly as it had been then!  That's it behind us in the picture.

We stayed at the left of the field, alongside that mound that marks the left edge of the field, shown in the picture below. 

Pladda Island and Ailsa Craig are still there - we looked at those from our tent.  But now there are holiday homes built along the shoreline.

 

 

The Breadalbane Hotel, where we ate regularly during our stay, has now largely gone, only the main house remains which is derelict.  We were told it is to be demolished and the land used for house building.

Once we'd completed our nostalgia fix, we continued to Blackwaterfoot where we had some lunch and visited the artisan baker and butcher, buying food for our evening meal.  This is pretty well unchanged since we were here all those years ago, although it is much busier with the inevitable camper vans taking up a large proportion of the car park.  This photo of the harbour amused us.


This it Blackwaterfoot Harbour in its entirety.  The sign on the wall reads "Persons using this harbour so do at their own risk", which is fair enough although there can't really be that many of them.

We returned to Lamlash over one of the roads that crosses the island, stopping at Brodick for shopping.

On Wednesday, We called into Lamlash for lunch and then Lo had a Zoom meeting to "attend".  Following that, we had a tour of Tim's studio - you'll recall we mentioned that he's an active sculptor.  Here are some of his works.

 






 

 

 

 

On Friday we returned to Brodick, ostensibly to shop for lunch and dinner, but also enjoyed watching Ardrossan ferry arrive, unload, reload and sail.



 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

We found a tear jerking plaque along the foreshore. In case you can't read the inscription, it says:

Arran Brodick Barr, Perth Western Australia, 1989 to 2006.

My son's journey through life ended abruptly on Friday 3rd March 2006.

On many occasions, Arran expressed a strong desire to visit the place after which he was named, and I promised him that I would some day make such a visit possible.  This is the only way I could keep my promise to my son.

I hope all who read this will understand.

Simon J. A. Barr

We certainly understood!


We enjoyed tea, coffee and scones at Copperwheat Coffee House on the pier. and later in the day,
Lo. had a Zoom meeting. 

We took a run back down to Kildonan to see a bench designed and built by Tim in 2008.  That's Pladda Island in the background.  

The inscription is from Kahlil Gibran and reads 

"Does the song of the sea end on the shore or in the hearts of those who listen?"



Then it was time to leave this lovely island - but not for the last time we very much hope!  This time our Calmac booking was honoured because they'd mended the Ullapool ferry so ours was back in service.  The experience was terrific and there are some excellent facilities for dogs in a special area of the inside saloon. Tara really didn’t like the stairs up and down to the car deck since they were too steep and slippery metal.  Going up was fine, but coming back down was difficult for her.  Thankfully it wasn't too far and that orange jacket she's wearing really came into its own.  It's sold as a buoyancy aid - greyhounds sink in water because they don't have enough body fat to keep them afloat - but those two handles on the top together with the substantial straps and padding round her chest made it possible to safely carry her down.  She wasn't that struck on the water rushing past, but loved the smells coming from the carpet in the saloon … we didn’t enquire what they were!
 
Travelling back home from Ardrossan was easy and realtively traffic-free; it only took four hours (including stops and dogwalks) rather than the 7 it took to get to Claonaig on the outbound journey.