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.
The Stromness Museum contains an amazing display of Canadian artifacts, including personal posessions of the explorer John Rae (his beaded tobacco pouch alone would fetch a fortune among Canadian collectors), and numerous artifacts of the fur trade. It is intelligently and infomatively displayed. I thumbed through some of their archival documents. Each is like a phonebook on any Cree or Metis community in Canada, where Orcadian names like Flett, Balendine, Drever, Linklater or Isbister are common. There’s a particularly moving display on the life of a boy born to an Orkneyman and an Innuit mother on the Ungava Peninsula of northern Quebec, who was sent to Orkney for grammar school. He was apparently a very popular boy in Orkney, but he returned to Canada upon graduating, and finished his life in the Arctic.
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