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I was eager to get to some of the key archae­o­log­i­cal sites, so I hoist­ed my pack and set out on foot. I soon got a lift with a cheer­ful Orca­di­an, and was dropped off at the base of the nar­row arm of land that sep­a­rates the Loch of Sten­ness from the Loch of Har­ray. This was the most active cen­ter of Neolith­ic Orkney. It was but a short walk to the Stones of Sten­ness. These date from around 3000 BC. The phys­i­cal set­ting, between two lochs and at the cen­tre of a vast bowl of land sur­round­ed by high, bare hills, is mar­velous. I was beneath a par­tic­u­lar­ly fine mix of sun and clouds, and there was nobody about to spoil the sense of mys­tery and awe. 

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Strom­ness is a pleas­ing lit­tle har­bour with many grey stone build­ing climb­ing a steep hill. Smack in the mid­dle, how­ev­er, is a hideous glass box, an exam­ple of just the kind of esthet­ic crime I com­plained about in the last post. The main com­mer­cial street is a nar­row , wind­ing lane, paved with flag­stones, and hemmed in by most­ly eigh­teenth and nine­teenth cen­tu­ry hous­es. Pedes­tri­ans share it, anar­chi­cal­ly, with auto­mo­biles. Most parts only have room for a car going in one direc­tion, but there are occa­sion­al wider spots where oncom­ing traf­fic can nego­ti­ate prece­dence. Read more »

I crossed the Pent­land Firth to Orkney on the Ham­navoe, a fine­ly appoint­ed, Finnish-made ship which sails to the Orca­di­an port of Strom­ness. But before it reached the Orkney “Main­land,” * it passed close to the west­ern end of the Isle of Hoy. Here are the Unit­ed King­dom’s high­est sea-cliffs, as high as 350 m/1150 f. Struck by the after­noon light, they were extra­or­di­nar­i­ly beau­ti­ful. If my trip had end­ed at this place, I would have pro­nounced it entire­ly worth­while. We passed by the Old Man of Hoy, a stone stack sep­a­rat­ed from the cliff­sthat ris­es 137 m/450 f from the waves.  Read more »

Dun­net Head ( Ceann Dùnaid ) in Caith­ness, Scot­land. The north­ern­most point on the British main­land. Lat­i­tude 58°40′21″N lon­gi­tude 03°22′31″W.

The sea is calm, dap­pled with sun­light. I’m in the dock­side “Peerie Cafe,” wait­ing for the fer­ry to Strom­ness, in Orkney. Through the win­dow, I can see a bleak head­land that is the north­ern­most point of the main­land of the Unit­ed King­dom. Clos­er to me, sheep are graz­ing on a six­ty degree slope — some­thing I’ve nev­er seen before. The timid Meri­no breed that I’m famil­iar with would nev­er do such a thing. This is the first calm meal and cof­fee that I’ve had since I left Toron­to. It’s been a pre­cip­i­tent jour­ney. Read more »

There’s a rather long list of places I con­sid­er high pri­or­i­ties to vis­it. Near the top of that list is the Orkney Islands. Thanks to some for­tu­itous cir­cum­stances, I’ll be going there at the end of this month. The prin­ci­ple expense is cov­ered, so I will now only have to deal with the loss of income while I’m gone and costs while trav­el­ling. It will mean, no doubt, a few cold nights in my back­pack­ing tent, and some cre­ative skimp­ing, but I’m quite used to that sort of thing. My step already has a jaun­ty skip to it, like my cat does in antic­i­pa­tion of tuna. I know exact­ly the feel­ing I’ll have when the plane moves out onto the run­way: I’m On the Road Again. This is when I’m hap­pi­est, when the game’s afoot, and unguess­able adven­tures lie before me. Read more »

Wel­come to the new ver­sion of PhilPaine.com. A new site and for­mat are long over­due. The old site, con­struct­ed with a now out-dat­ed pro­gram, was labour inten­sive, clut­tered, and vul­ner­a­ble to cyber-sab­o­tage. The new one cor­rects these ills. Most of the mate­r­i­al from the old site has been trans­ferred, at least in rough form, and it will all grad­u­al­ly be retro-fit­ted with graph­ics and con­sis­tent formatting. 

It’s been an exhaust­ing year, so far. I’ve been jug­gling dif­fi­cult per­son­al mat­ters, as well as try­ing to do some seri­ous work. Some­times, it has seemed to have the emo­tion­al tex­ture of this pic­ture tak­en on the Demp­ster High­way, near the bor­der of the Yukon and North­west Territories. 

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