Still Square Wheeled and Decision Time!

Sadly, despite having made quite significant progress recuperating from my leg injury, I haven’t yet been able to ride a motorcycle; the old leg just hasn’t got strong enough.

“Annoyed ” is not a strong enough word for it!

The medical support that I have received this year has been superb, though I feel that I have seen the inside of far too many hospital facilities, it’s just a shame that my body hasn’t been able to play the recovery game as quickly as I would like. It’s an age thing I guess!

Equally frustrating, when I look out of the kitchen window at Dookes H.Q. I enjoy a wide vista that includes the mountains of Scaraben and Morven…I so want to get out onto those slopes, but I don’t fancy becoming a “Mountain Rescue” statistic. Back when I was in my teens, my Mountain Leadership training placed great emphasis on knowing ones own capabilities and at the present time mine do not include being safe on those peaks.

Looking ahead, I had contemplated taking one last motorcycle trip to the Alps next year. It is a long way from the Far North of Scotland, 700 miles just to get to the ferry port to France. In the past I wouldn’t have thought twice about that, nor the 600 miles to Jausiers once I had landed on the Continent, but this is now, the new reality. I have cast around a few of my pals to see if anyone fancied a road trip and whilst a few were interested, they either have health issues too, family commitments or worst of all, have sold their motorcycles!!!!

Sadly then the Alps ain’t gonna happen; I’m just going to have to console myself with memories and photos of my days on the high alpine roads.

All is not lost though, I still have Scotland, my “new” country, to explore!

I have though, made a decision about going forward and that is next year I will be ending this blog.

It has been over 12 years since I started on this blogging journey. In the beginning the blog was only supposed to be about my travels on my Harleys and whilst that core remains broadly true, it is fair to say that I have on occasion wandered around a bit! Looking back and reading some of my older posts it is amazing how easily the emotion of the moment often returns to me.
I will sporadically post some more stuff over the next few months, it will be June when the blog ends, so time enough to wrap things up gracefully.

The Winter Solstice arrives on Saturday, marking the turning of the year, I’m feeling happy. Content that the days will soon be growing longer and that the natural order of things still runs true.

It’s probably fair to say that that the Winter Solstice has become my favourite day of the whole year.

In our Northern Hemisphere it is the shortest day.
Here in Caithness the Sun barely shows itself above the horizon and then for the briefest possible time.
Solstice Sunrise for us will be at 09:03, Sunset 15:21hrs, maximum sun elevation at Noon is a mere 8º!

I have written before how the relevance of this turning point has become stronger for me as I grow older; I understand the ancient people who venerated the turning seasons and the Celestial Calendar, I celebrate their wisdom and align myself to their beliefs.

It appears that since the dawn of time our forbears have found reason to celebrate a festival of light in the depths of the darkest day of the year. So why not have a party to celebrate the ending of one celestial year and the beginning of a new one?

Sounds good to me, but then I am a Welsh Wizard/Dewin Cymreig!

On the day before the Solstice I will be out gathering evergreens to decorate Dookes H.Q. Many Pagan religions held tradition where it was customary to place holly leaves and evergreen branches in and around dwellings during winter. It was believed that the good spirits who inhabited forests could come into their homes and use the holly as shelter against the cold; whilst at the same time malevolent forces and spells would be repelled. The added advantage is that the house smells wonderful as a result!

Norway fir.

“Now is the Solstice of the year.
Winter is the glad song that you hear.
Ring out, ring solstice bells.”

Happy Solstice and Yuletide Greetings!

Catch you soon,
Dookes

World Negroni Week

Dookes is not a great drinker.
This is partly a result of age, I just can’t consume any volume of beer without being at most three steps away from a toilet these days, plus I really don’t like how alcohol disrupts my sleep pattern.

That said, I do occasionally enjoy a glass of wine or a cocktail, BUT…it has to be a damn fine glass of wine or a proper classic cocktail. I want none of that silly paper umbrella and sparkler “Pornstar Martini” nonsense, nor wine that could alternatively be used as paint stripper!
I work on the basis that if I am going to suffer later, then the cause needs to be incredibly worth it!

Earlier this month, I was amused to notice that some bright individual had designated this week as “World Negroni Week.” Amused because it does seem to me these days that there is always some sort of “World _____ Week/Day” (fill in the blank as you see fit) doing the rounds.
Now as you might expect. “World Parsnip Day” or “International Air Frying Week” doesn’t really cause me much excitement, but as a Negroni is one of a very small few cocktails that I REALLY like , my attention was grabbed!

OK, Dookes, all very interesting, but what exactly is a “Negroni?

Well, its very simple really, it’s a drink made of equal measures of Gin, Orange Bitters and Red Vermouth, stirred together in a glass with a couple of ice cubes and served with a slice of orange or simply a twist of orange peel. It’s a lovely aperitif.

The Negroni

The origins of the drink are a little clouded, but it is thought to stem from Northern Italy where a popular “Apero” is the “Milano-Torino”; Campari (in Milan) or Amaro Cora (in Turin) and Vermouth Rosso. The drink become a bit diluted by American tourists in the early 20th Century who added soda water to it, causing the local bartenders to call it an “Americano.”
The story is that a Count Camillo Negroni, by all accounts a somewhat flamboyant, but dubious character, was in the famous Casoni Bar in Florence and asked for a bit more punch to his “Americano” so the bartender swapped the soda water for gin.
By all accounts was a hit and people started asking for “one of Count Negroni’s drinks”, and that was simply shortened to a ‘Negroni.”

All that nonsense aside, when I saw the “World Negroni Week” headline, it did make me think when I last had one…and I honestly couldn’t remember!

To remedy that state of affairs, I have decided that this evening Dookes H.Q. will raise a glass to the wonderful concept of “World Negroni Week.”

I’ll be mixing mine with equal 25ml measures of:

Aatta Gin, a local gin to us and a delightful birthday gift last year from my mate “Vifferman.”
Martini 1872 Bitter.
Martini Riserva Speciale Rubino Vermouth di Torino.

Aatta Gin

As I said at the beginning, it has be be good stuff for Dookes!
Cheers!

“So, join me for a drink, boys
We’re gonna make a big noise”

Catch you soon,
Dookes

PS I have no affiliation/association with any of the products listed in this post, other than as a paying consumer.

Frustration!

OK, so earlier in the year I promised to show my Blogonaughts around this wonderful part of the world that Mrs Dookes and I now call home. I really was looking forward to getting out on Harley Davidson wheels, doing some V-Twin exploring and reporting back on the Blog.

Loch More

I can hear the comments “It hasn’t happened Dookes!”

Well, no it hasn’t.

Things at Dookes H.Q. have been busy; like moving into a new house busy.

….and then I injured myself. Twice. On the same leg!


Which kinda put paid to riding motorcycles and to be honest anything else for a time. Fortunately we are blessed with really good medical care here in the Northern Highlands, so I am pleased to report that I have largely been repaired and I am well on the way to recovery; so long as I stick my physiotherapy program, which I fully intend to do.

Loch Calder

It has been and continues to be, very frustrating; especially when young, but lovely, doctors slip in the “For a man of your age…” line in conversations!


When I was younger I used to feel pretty much indestructible.
I have always been very sports active and largely didn’t succumb to many injuries…well apart from various broken bones falling off horses, stress fractures of the legs through rugby and a broken nose playing football, not much at all really!!!
The recent leg injuries have left me realising and to an extent facing, my own advancing years, the sad fact that I don’t bounce as well as I used to and that I really need to be a bit more careful if I want to preserve my way of life and mobility!!

Thurso River

The really good news is that I am virtually back to full mobility and busy building my strength again. The physio program has been boosted by cycling, which around this beautiful scenery is truly no hardship at all, particularly as i cam find routes without horrendous hills to climb.

Caithness Skies

As for motorcycling? I hoping to get out on Harls maybe later this week and see how it goes, sadly there will not be any big trips this side of winter, but hey it’s one small step at a time.

In the meantime, these are a few photos that I’ve grabbed whilst out on man powered two wheels, this is a lovely place to be!

Creag Mhor and Ben Armine range.

Catch you soon,
Dookes

“Meh” Day

I’ve been a bit “Meh” today…

Last night I got word that an old railway colleague of mine had died suddenly.
Mike was a year or two younger than me.

I first met him when I was a Junior Manager in my first real managerial position. Mike was a Management Trainee and had been sent to shadow me and get a feel for what it was life was like for a newly appointed trainee after graduation.
We hit it off straight away and got along really well.

As was the way in the Rail industry back then, people tended to move around the country to different postings and positions. Over the years our paths crossed occasionally and we often smiled about those two young men at the start of their careers and where our incredible journey’s took us. We weren’t close, nor friends really, just colleagues who got on very well.

Mike left the industry a few years after me and like me always kept an eye on what was currently happening in our old industry.
Also like me, he was a keen railway modeller; only two days before he passed away he was writing about the “life-project” of a layout he was planning to start, just as soon as he had time to get round to it…

Now that time has gone.

I’ve spent today doing various jobs around Dookes H.Q., popping out to the local recycling centre, plus getting a few groceries.

All the time though my mind has been pondering that phrase,
“When I have time to get round to it.”

Time…It’s the most precious commodity that we have, because for all of us it is finite.

I told Mrs Dookes how I was feeling. That I’d been thinking about people that have gone on; Mike, Little Brother Greg, David and a few others that have their share of health issues at the moment. I do a lot of thinking when I’m cutting the lawn.

In her usual wise way, Mrs Dookes smiled at me and reminded me off all the good things in my life and to be grateful that I’m still, almost, in full working order.
She didn’t exactly tell me to, “Snap out of it!” but I got the drift…

My new “Man Cave,” a big shed for my model making and other stuff, is being delivered in two weeks and believe me ,once I move into it, my “Time to get round to it!” will begin in earnest!

Oh yes, there’s room in the “Cave” for Harls and Hettie too!

“Gotta keep rollin, gotta keep ridin’, keep searchin’ till I find what’s right”

Catch you soon,
Dookes

The Last Lap Home

OK, I need to be honest about this trip; I’ve found it really tough!

I’m thinking that its a mixture of things:
1. I’m out of practice riding motorcycles; with all the upheaval last year I just haven’t had time to get out on any kind of two wheels. Plus with all our things in storage, I couldn’t get at them anyway.
2. I’m carrying a couple of injuries at the moment, nothing serious, but enough to inhibit me a bit and at times make life a bit uncomfortable, plus I’m as a result not as fit as I like to be!
3. The weather. Riding in our Northern latitudes in early Spring is always going to be a bit of a lottery with the weather, plus inevitably it’s going to cold a times. OK, I do wear my heated clothing and it has been quite a bonus on this trip, but after a few hours in the saddle you do still feel the cold in the unheated bits! Rain doesn’t really bother me, except when it makes the roads greasy, as my gear is all very waterproof.
4. I’m getting older. No escaping this, I’m not going to let it stop me, but maybe I need to modify my approach to motorcycle touring in future?

Anyway, we are now home in Caithness, arriving here after a 300 mile push from Lauder in the Scottish Borders last Saturday.

I think that I can describe the day as a symphony in four movements…

Lauder to Edinburgh was delightful on open roads in the early morning crisp sunshine.

Scottish Borders Roads. Smooth, Sweeping, Empty.

Edinburgh ring road to Perth via the Queensferry Crossing was busy, very busy and not over enjoyable.

Queensferry Crossing.

Perth to Inverness on the A9 climbing into the Highlands was a hard section; fantastic scenery as the mountains rose around us, annoying traffic at times and getting colder.

Welcome to The Highlands, snow on the mountains still!

Inverness to Caithness, a feeling of opening freedom, clean air, less traffic, fun roads and the joy of getting near home.

Nearly Home!

The last bit is always something to be wary of, as many accidents befall motorcyclists at the end of long trips just as they are nearing home! A bit of light rain began to fall ten minutes from Dookes H.Q. and was enough to turn the roads quite greasy, so yes, time to be extra cautious!

Caithness Roads, take us home!

The trip is over now and though I’m still physically recovering from it, I’ve had time to process it all a bit.

It’s been strange doing a long trip in my own Country and by that I mean the UK.

In comparison to my many Continental Europe trips I was struck by how busy and crowded our small island is; I didn’t have to stray into any major city centres to notice that!
Everywhere in England people seemed to be always in a massive hurry and yes it was really noticeable how much things change once we got into Scotland.

I saw evidence throughout the journey of crumbling and neglected infrastructure. Roads were deteriorating and pot holes common; bloody dangerous for the unwary motorcyclist too! Even on the arterial Motorways, potholes were not uncommon and many motorway signs were becoming barely legible through weathering and neglect.
The verges of many roads were strewn with litter and obvious fly tipping in lay-bys seemed normal.
Considerate and careful driving was not over common…
In many ways parts of the trip were quite depressing, but then there were the people, people who were friendly, wanted to ask about Harls and just were interested in what we were doing; that was nice and rather up-lifting. More about them in another post I feel.

The scenery was the thing though; at time it’s just breathtakingly beautiful.
From distant glimpses of the Welsh mountains, the wide sweeping Severn Valley, the sturdy Pennines and West Riding of Yorkshire, the high Westmorland Fells, Scottish Borders and finally the Highlands, every region has such lovely natural treasures.
The 868 miles that we covered were worth it for that alone; even though I didn’t grab many pictures, so much variety in such a little island!
Would I want to do the whole trip again? No, I don’t think so, I’ve got a lot of other new places I really want to go and most of them are pretty much on my doorstep.

The view from Dookes H.Q.
The view from home at Dookes H.Q.

Now, I’m starting to build a new garage for Harls and Hettie and when I’ve done that we will be back out on the road, after all I have the whole of Scotland to explore!


Hope to catch you soon.

“This land is my land,
This land is your land,
From Cornwall to the Scottish Highlands,
This land was made for you and me” …with apologies to Woody Guthrie!

Dookes

On The Border

After the relentless rain in Lancashire yesterday afternoon, it was a relief to wake to almost dry skies.

Harls and I hit the road bang on nine o’clock and headed North, through Gisburn and then to Settle, which is at the South end of the famous Settle and Carlisle Railway.

The fells looked fabulous, but I wanted to push on and get a sixty mile section of the M6 Motorway out of the way.
I generally dislike riding on Motorways, not just because they are boring, but mostly they can be dangerous for motorcyclists. Dangerous through poor lane discipline and bad driving habbits of many other road users and wow were those on full display today!

Because the weather was so nice when we got on the motorway, I was planning to stop at Shap and maybe watch a few trains pass on the famous climb from Tebay; a gradient that used to severely tax the old steam locomotives and even makes modern traction cough a bit!

In my railway career days, I’ve driven trains over it and I know how it can catch out the unwary. It’s a stunning location, but is mountainous country and the weather can change in an instant…. just like today.
We were happily travelling up the sunny Lune Gorge just South of Shap, up ahead I could see ominous black clouds and mist, this was going to be interesting! True to form, we rapidly moved into reduced visibility, biblical rain and gale force winds; I do like a challenge, but the Shap stop was scrubbed!

The Fells though, have a habit of changing their mind fairly quickly and by Carlisle we got back into sunshine and swung off the dreadful motorway and onto the A7 road through the Scottish Borders.

The A7, my kind of road!

This road has long been on my UK bucket list and I wasn’t disappointed. It starts of innocuously enough, then sort of develops into a lovely scenic twisty indulgent asphalt ribbon of happiness.
It has enough jeopardy at times to keep a motorcyclist alert without being dangerous and some glorious straight bits where you can soak in the views or burn up the fuel a bit quicker.

I’m afraid that on the best bit, between Langholm and Hawick, I didn’t stop to take photos, I was too busy enjoying myself!
North of Galashiels though I grabbed a few pictures, it’s not bad, eh?

Tonight we are in the Royal Burgh of Lauder, a delightful small town about 30 miles South of Edinburgh. 

Tomorrow, it’s a big push of 300 miles back home to Caithness, with a brief stop at Edinburgh Harley Davidson to discuss service plans; yes they really are my “local” Harley Davidson Dealership and service workshop!

We will be traversing the Queensferry Crossing over the Firth of Forth adjacent to the famous Forth Bridge built to carry the North British Railway’s line from Edinburgh to Aberdeen in 1890.

Then its off to Perth and the Highlands, following the A9 just about all the way home…

The Highlands are calling me …..

Are you coming along for the ride?
Good, stands up at 09:00; Screw it, Let’s ride!

“On the border 
Leave me be , I’m just walkin’ this line 
On the border” 

Catch you soon,
Dookes

The Caledonian Sleeper

A railway sleeper service has run between Scotland and England since February 1873. Sleeping cars were initially introduced on the East Coast Route via Edinburgh and York, with the rival West Coast catching up in October of the same year. The status quo remained pretty much the same until 1988 when services were withdrawn on the East Coast and trains consolidated on the West Coast.

Following the privatisation of rail operations in the UK during the 1990’s, like all other passenger trains the Anglo – Scottish sleepers passed into private hands.

It was not a stunning success!

True, new Mark 5 rolling stock was procured to run the trains, though it’s introduction was somewhat troubled and painful. The first run of the new carriages arrived at it’s destination hours late and received great derision from the media! Then there was a period of poor and deteriorating industrial relations that did little aid reliability nor reputation.

Finally in October 2022, the Scottish Government, possibly out of despair, announced that the franchise, then run by Serco, would be terminated and the operation taken over by Scottish Rail Holdings, a Government Owned Department from June 2023. Since then the service has stabilised and is beginning to rebuild it’s reputation.

The Mark 5 carriages are still a bit of a mixed bag and it is fair to say that they give the maintenance engineers headaches at time, but overall are settling into reliable performers.

Two trains are operated on six days each week. The “Highland Sleeper” is made up of three trains that depart from Inverness, Fort William and Aberdeen, then combine at Edinburgh and travel onward to London Euston as a 16 coach train. A “Lowland Sleeper” train has two portions serving Glasgow and Edinburgh, also to London.

The trains normally operate at a maximum speed of 80 mph (130 km/h), but are authorised to travel at 100 mph (160 km/h) where line speeds permit and if the train has been significantly delayed. Though as the locomotives used are not permitted to run any faster than 90mph, I find this to be a tad perplexing! It’s the old railway operator in me!

North of Edinburgh the trains are all hauled by diesel locomotives and South from there by electric traction.

My Inverness portion of the train tonight consists of six sleeper coaches, one seated carriage and one “club car” (lounge car).  Up front we have two Class 73/9 Electro-Diesel locomotives, 73. 970 and 73 967, old friends from my days on the Southern Region, though unlike me, they has been through a complete rebuild and now boast a 1600hp V8 engine each, which is an improvement over it’s original 650hp one. So 3200hp for a load of 305tonnes should do the job!


I’ll check out the electric loco when we get to Euston, I’m not getting out of bed at Edinburgh just to see it!


My berth, a solo Club cabin, is well appointed with an ensuite toilet and shower adjacent to the bedroom. In the past, the old Mark 1 sleeping cars had lovely wide windows that you could open and enjoy the mountain air as the train traversed the Highland railways; sadly now that facility has gone, but the air conditioning is much nicer than the old draughty sleeping cars!

Cosy, clean and comfortable, all I need.

I enjoyed a relaxing hour in the Caledonian Sleeper Lounge at Inverness with complementary refreshments before wandering over to the platform and getting comfy in my cabin.
I’m really looking forward to this trip, it must be nearly 30 years since I was on a sleeping train…

Catch you in the morning!

Dookes

Riding The Far North Line

As regular Blogonaughts will know, railways have always played a big part in my life.
I grew up with a railway engineer father and subsequently spent a long part of my working life running railways. More often than not, I’ve also lived within earshot of a railway line… except for the last twenty something years in Cornwall.
New Dookes H.Q. here in Caithness has returned to the status quo; when the wind is right we can hear trains!

Now please don’t get to think that we are kept awake at night by endless trains pounding the steel rails. No, we live a couple of miles from the Far North Line; a wonderfully bucolic railway that gently meanders for 168 miles linking Inverness, the capital of the Highlands, to Wick and Thurso at the extreme Northern end of Scotland. As the name suggests, it is the most northern railway in the United Kingdom. It’s not so much “InterCity”, more “Inter Village” and pretty small ones at that! The line is totally single track, with numerous passing loops. Speeds are generally not high, due in part to the somewhat tortuous nature of the route and its lighter construction., but that’s ok, there is so much lovely scenery to enjoy!

The line was built in stages starting from Inverness to Ardgay in 1862, to Golspie in 1868, Helmsdale in 1870 and to Wick and Thurso in 1874 . Each section was constructed by different companies that each subsequently ceded operations to The Highland Railway. The line was built to generally avoid major civil engineering works; there are no tunnels and only a couple of large viaducts, for the most part the route traces the contours of the land and as a result takes a somewhat roundabout course to reach is destination. By road from Inverness to Thurso is 110 miles, the train takes an extra 50 miles!
Prominent amongst the railway’s sponsors was the 3rd Duke of Sutherland, who not only had his own station at Dunrobin Castle, but his own private train that he apparently greatly enjoyed driving! He sounds like the sort of chap I would have got on well with!!

It is fair to say that the line has never been very profitable, indeed it has often be in danger of partial or total closure. Busy periods during the two World Wars saw heavy traffic to the Royal Navy bases in Northern Scotland whilst the boom in North Sea oil exploration in the 1970’s saw some increase in construction traffic to the deep water anchorage at Invergordon, along with a nearby aluminium smelter. Generally though freight has declined now to virtually nothing, whilst passenger traffic numbers are really sustained by tourists during the summer period. The stations between Dingwall and Inverness do however see some use by passengers commuting into Inverness. The line is today heavily supported by the Scottish Government who recognise its value to local communities.

I first rode the Far North Line over 40 years ago, in those days the service was provided by locomotive hauled trains and there was a lot of parcel and mail traffic that had to be manually loaded and unloaded at the various stations. Today the trains are diesel sprinter units solely dedicated to passengers as the mail and parcels have disappeared to road hauliers. To me the modern trains are not a great improvement as they are noisy, the seats lack comfort and the toilets are a tad smelly, but they are more economic to operate and maintain; if that helps to keep the line open, then I’m all for it!

I’m riding the whole length of the line today, from Wick to Inverness, taking in the short branch to Thurso. I’m in no rush, just as well, I leave Wick at 12:34 and arrive in Inverness at 17:08 with my onward sleeper connection to London leaving there at 20:45; this like so many of my trips is about the journey, not the arrival!

Both Wick and Thurso stations share a common and for a rural railway, an unusual feature, a rather delightful overall roof; though as each only cover around 80 feet of platform not many carriages can fit inside! At Wick the train generally has one vehicle under the roof, but at Thurso the train normally stops outside. Thurso is the most Northerly railway station in the UK.

Thurso

Eighteen miles from Wick the trains stop at Georgemas Junction where the short 6 mile branch diverges to Thurso. All trains go to Thurso. Georgemas also has a freight terminal where spent nuclear material form the decommisioned Dounreay Power Station is transhipped to for transport to Sellafield for processing.

Georgemas Junction and Nuclear Flask Train

The bit of railway from Georgemas to Thurso always reminds me of a model railway, it winds around a lot, crosses the river and finally climbs into the terminus almost in the heart of the town. The trains briefly pause whilst the driver changes ends and then we are off again back to the Junction. Another direction change at Georgemas and it’s Inverness here we come..in a few hours time!!

First we climb to the highest point of the route at County March Summit, where we cross from Caithness into Sutherland. It’s a bleak landscape here, crossing the famous Flow Country, the largest expanse of blanket bog in Europe, a peatland dotted with bog pools creating a priceless habitat for wildlife and special flora, covering about 1,500 square miles (4,000 km2). It’s not the place to be when the weather is bad or if you are ill equipped.

Snow fences in the Flow Country.

From the train we see the remains of old snow fences, built in an attempt to reduce the impact of the harsh Northern winters; tales of trains stranded in deep snow are legendary here!

Forsinard

From Forsinard through Kinbrace and the gorgeous Strath of Kildonan.

Strath of Kildonan

On towards Helmsdale, the line enjoys stunning mountain views, before hugging the North Sea coast to Golspie, where shortly after it takes a turn towards the West and begins a large loop inland through Lairg.

The railway covers 40 miles on this loop, with stations at Rogart, Lairg, Invershin, Culrain and Ardgay, reappearing next to the coast just North of Tain, amazingly only about 11 miles South of where it looped inland! There have been many attempts and suggestions to build a “cut off” line to avoid the inland route, but to date neither the money nor political will has been forthcoming.

For me the most interesting feature of the Lairg loop is Invershin Viaduct, which crosses the Shin river with a single 230 feet (70 m) span.

Invershin Viaduct. Photo courtesy Graeme Smith.

From Tain the line follows Cromarty Firth to Dingwall, junction for the line to Kyle of Lochalsh. Dingwall is easily the busiest station on the whole line, a busy market town, now quite a dormitory for Inverness.

Dingwall

Reopened stations at Beauly and Conon Bridge, either side of the passing station at Muir of Ord, point to a more progressive approach by the Scotttish Government to its rural rail services. Skirting Beauly Firth the line approaches Inverness and after crossing the Caledonian Canal at Clacknaharry Swing Bridge, then the River Ness viaduct it glides above the rooftops then arrives at the terminus at the capital of the Highlands, Inverness.

Journey’s end, Inverness.

The Far North Line is one that you don’t ride if you are in a hurry, but it is one to ride if you want to fill your soul with wonderful memories.

I’m off to grab a bite to eat, then overnight on the sleeper and wake up in another country!
Catch you soon,

Dookes

Big Skies

Now you are going to have to indulge me a little with this post, mainly because I can’t decide which photographs to leave out!

Since we moved to Caithness I have fallen in love with the sky.
It’s a big sky, with far horizons, crystal clear air, amazing clouds, glorious sunrises, and majestic sunsets.

At night it is a black as ink and flushed through by a billion stars.
One day i will master the science of photographing the night sky, but for now I have to stand an gaze at the heavens in wonder.

Daytime. I’ve come to the conclusion it’s beyond just “daytime” in these parts.
It must be a combination of being so near the cold near Arctic Sea, the clean air and our Northern latitude, that makes the air sparkle and even overcast days seem vibrant.

The mountains add to that gin clear sky feeling by pushing clouds high and aside by their mass.

Someone once speculated that there are places where the gap between Earth and Heaven is thin….
I’m beginning to feel that this little corner of the world is one of those special spots!

Sunrise and Sunset are always special times too.
Until we moved here, I had never seen such fiery displays in the heaven; I frequently enjoy sitting and absorbing the solar kaleidoscope unfold above me.

Last weekend I managed to get out for a ride on one of my Harleys.
It was mind clearing, but also made me feel very small underneath those soaring skies.

If this is what motorcycling in the Far North is going to be like, I cant wait to do more of it!

It’s going to be hard to decide where to go to next really!

“Ride like the wind at double speed
I’ll take you places that you’ve never, never seen”

Catch you soon,

Dookes

Harbouring Some History

When Dookes H.Q. was in Cornwall, I often used to visit some of the small fishing harbours dotted around the coast. I loved their quaint buildings and interesting histories.

Port Isaac, North Cornwall.

It was often hard to grasp that these little ports were once bustling centres in a much larger industry as most are today either abandoned or mostly frequented by leisure boats. The “raison d’être” for the boom times in many of these ports was the humble sardine, but today fish stocks have dwindled and tastes changed.

Only Newlyn in the far South West now supports a sizeable deep sea fishing fleet, though even that is tiny in comparison to the mid 20th Century. Other harbours, such as Looe, Padstow and St Ives have healthy numbers of “Day Boats” whilst smaller places such as Port Issac, Cadgwith and Boscastle see some local activity, mainly working pots for crab and lobster.

Port Isaac

Now, with our move to Caithness, I have been starting to investigate what the coasts around us offer and I have not been disappointed!

Splendid maritime scenery aside, we be visiting more of that in future posts, there is both a rich legacy and an active fishing industry here in the far North East of Scotland. Like Cornwall, geology has had an important role to play, with many inlets, bays and estuaries, affording natural harbours for those brave enough to take to the sea in the hunt for fish. The bigger historical picture is more complicated than that though.

Historical records show that Northern Scotland had a pretty vibrant yet local fishing industry well before the 18th Century, but it was in the late 1700’s that things started to get really serious. The story is quite complex with various factors coming together at the same time. The industrial revolution was getting into full swing. Britain seemed to be at war in all directions. Agriculture was rapidly evolving beyond subsistence farming, as the nation rose to feed the growing population needed by industry.

In the Highlands, still smarting from the echoes of the Jacobite Rebellion, changes were coming with the infamous “Clearances” where tenants and squatters were displaced by the new agricultural practices. There’s plenty about those times to fill another couple of posts, so I’ll leave that there just now, suffice to say, it had a direct and positive role in the fortunes of a number of the fishing ports.

So let’s go first to Wick, which is a small town and Royal Burgh on the North Sea coast of Caithness. It sits on both sides of the Wick River estuary. Although it was a small local fishing port, it was of no great consequence until 1768, when Sir John Sinclair of Ulbster decided to build a quay at Wick in order to promote the town as a herring fishing centre. Sinclair was by all accounts a somewhat larger than life character; a local landowner of considerable wealth, an accomplished lawyer, soldier, politician, writer and progressive farmer. He often divides opinion through his role in the clearances and being a slave owner in the West Indies. Sinclair is credited with inventing the words “Statistics” and “Statistical Analysis” which I find fascinating!

River Basin, Wick (1980) With the Harbour Bridge in the foreground, and Poultney Inner Harbour on the right. Thanks to Stanley Howe.

Progress was steadily made at Wick and herring fishing began to take off in the late 1780’s. It soon became obvious that more development and expansion was possible. The British Fisheries Society, led by another lawyer landowner, Sir William Poulteney, grasped the opportunity and entrusted harbour improvements to Scottish engineer Thomas Telford. The genius of both Poulteney and Telford was to look at the project in an holistic way; providing not only harbour developments, but fish processing facilities and accommodation for fishing crews and other support workers. The industry reached its peak between 1860 and 1890, when as many as 1000 boats were based at the harbour. Fishing then employed around 6000 fishermen and provided work for an additional 6000, often women, who gutted, salted and preserved the herrings. Over-fishing contributed to the herring all but disappearing by the early 1900s, in 1930 there were less than 30 fishing boats working out of Wick.

Today Wick is often a quiet place. There is seasonal leisure traffic and a few local fishing vessels call the harbour home. From time to time the harbour supports wind turbine transport, construction and maintenance vessels

Wick Harbour

I’ll write more about Wick in future, but now let’s pop over to the other side of Caithness and drop in on Thurso and Scrabster.

Thurso delights in being the most Northerly town on mainland Great Britain, it is just over 700 miles from London and about 300 miles from Edinburgh.

Thurso

The town straddles the Thurso River at its estuary into the Pentland Firth and has a small tidal harbour.

The entranse to Thurso Harbour, Castle ruin and Dunnet Head in the distance.

About a mile to the East of Thurso, across the bay lies Scrabster Harbour. This was constructed in 1841 to provide deep water all tide port. Scrabster initially was a fishing and ferry port, quickly becoming a vital terminus for voyages to the Northern Isles such as Orkney, Shetland and the Faroe Islands. By 1856 a ferry link was firmly established between Scrabster and Stromness on Orkney.

Scrabster from Thurso.

As Wick’s fortunes faded, Scrabster grew. Roll on, Roll off ferry operations were enabled during the 1970’s and I can vividly recall my first trip to Orkney on the MV St Ola, sailing from the terminal that shares the same name.

Through to the present day, Scrabster has experienced significant growth. The fishing industry is well supported with a modern dock, fish market, landing facilities and a large business park to cater for the various support and processing businesses.

Scrabster has become one of my favourite places to drop into, especially to grab a bargain piece of super fresh fish!

I’ll write more about some other smaller harbours around the Caithness coast in future, but for now, I’ll catch you soon, hopefully on two wheels!

Dookes