Ah Orkney, Ive been there twice, a magical island, with so much history and archaeology.
If social history and ancient archaeology is not your cuppa, i can imagine growing up there as a child can be mighty boring.
Lets go adventuring, to live and breathe the history of the people who lived at the Ness of Brodgar.
The standing stones of Stennes, were mind blowing, their just stones i hear you say, whats mind blowing about them, the countless Milena that those stones have been exposed to the savagery of the Orkney winds.
What stories of times gone past, could they tell.
Orkney, just love the place.
Currently my thoughts are with the owners of the Barra Beach hotel, on the western side of the isle of Barra in the Outer Hebrides.
The hotel is less than 100m from the teeth of the Atlantic, with no protection from the elements.
The owners were telling me, the wind regularly goes over 100mph during the winter months.
I like Orkney, a bit like Anglesey in some respects, but i bet the severity of the winter winds have to be experienced first hand, theres nowhere really to hide.
Now i know why the roof tiles of the Black House looked like paving slabs in size and weight, not for the looks i bet.
Now i wonder why i saw few trees on the islands.