One last trip north (south yesterday with OH).
First stop a takeaway lunch from Britain’s most northerly fish and chip shop, Frankie’s, The No.1 Fish & Chip Shop in the UK (National Fish & Chip Awards 2015) – serious food that requires a wonderful view. How we suffer.
Then off to look at Mavis Grind – a narrow isthmus where the North Sea (right) is 33m away from the Atlantic Ocean (left).
The heather tussocks smelled divine.
Then northwards, past Urafirth Voe.
The Drongs – a series of thin granite pinnacles, up to 30m high – Slender Drong, Slim Drong. Main Drong, and Stumpy Drong.
The Heads of Groken.
Dore Holm – Shetland’s ‘drinking horse’.
Finally, Eshaness – (and I never knew this), one of the highest energy coastlines in the world as it is blasted by the full force of the North Atlantic.
Spectacular cliffs that cut right through the flank of what was the Eshaness volcano. It has been described as ‘the best section through the flank of a volcano in the British Isles’. (and I didn’t know that). I still see faces, though.
Now this is odd – Daisy, my elder daughter, pointed it out to me.
It is the “spume” from the sea but it looks very strange. Again, anyone know why/what/how?
The lovely transparent sea water at Calder’s Geo.
There is a cave on the north side of the geo that is the largest natural chamber in Britain – (oooh, get us!)
A seagull with bebbie.
Layers, lots of layers.
And at last, with massive threats and pain of death, Flossie and Daisy managed to stand near each other without a) strangling each other or b) shoving each other over a cliff.
A day of achievements, indeed – I may have had wine!