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

Starting To Know Caithness

Well, the Solstice came and passed, we celebrated in a wonderfully pagan way!
Christmas and New Year also ticked by.
In the meantime, Mrs Dookes and I have begun to explore our new home county and enjoy the variety it offers.

Sadly, it is not the best of seasons to ride motorcycles; so until the weather warms up and our local highways gangs stop spreading salt on the roads our exploration will not be on two wheels!

To give a taster of Caithness, I thought that I’d first better show exactly where the county is.

This a map of Scotland and that’s Caithness in red, right at the very top, so now you know!

I have a bit of a problem though in trying to introduce you to Caithness, where do I start?
This place is rich in diversity and variety, from rugged coasts and brave fishing villages to wide landscapes of mountains and precious wetlands.
I’ll let some pictures show what I mean, click on them to see a bigger image.

All of these photographs were taken within 20 minutes of Dookes H.Q.
We are so lucky!
This week things have taken a slightly more wintery feel…

A wintery snowscape from Dookes H.Q.
“Hazy Shade of Winter”

We’ve had about 12 inches (300mm) of snow in the last 48 hours.
It’s time to keep warm and snug especially as more is expected!

Once I can dig ourselves out of the house, I look forward to more exploring and posting more pictures!!

Catch you soon,
Dookes

Moving Home – Dookes HQ Relocated – Here Comes The Solstice!

I’ve been quiet for a long time, off air and our of contact!
Life has been hectic for the past few months as Mrs Dookes and I have been in the process of moving home.

In the usual Dookes way this hasn’t been a minor undertaking. In our world it always seems that if something is going to happen it’s going to be pretty major and totally worth doing! This also hasn’t been a simple matter of popping just a few miles down the road or into the next county; oh no, we have moved from one end of the United Kingdom to the other!

Previously we were in Cornwall, in the far South West. Now we are in Caithness, thats about as far to the North East as we can go without dropping into the sea! Not only have we travelled 750 miles North, we have also changed countries and are now in Scotland.

Additionally, we are very, very, happy with our decision!

It is beautiful here , the people are great and I am looking forward to blogging furiously about the place once I get out and explore more on two wheels, but for now I give you a couple of taster pictures

Not a bad view from the back door of Dookes H.Q.!

Thursday is the Winter Solstice and I’m very happy in a Druid-like way. I said before, it’s probably my favourite day of the year.

In our Northern Hemisphere it is the shortest day, when the Sun barely shows itself above the horizon and then for the briefest possible time! Here in Caithness the daylight hours are particularly short. Sunrise on the Solstice will be at 09:02 and Sunset is at 15:20.

Caithness Sunrises are very special!

I have said previously how the relevance of this turning point has become stronger for me as I have grown 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!

Stennes Sones Orkney

Have a great Solstice everyone.
Catch you soon,
Dookes

“Now is the Solstice of the year.
Winter is the glad song that you hear.”