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

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

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.”