Orkney, Scotland

Orkney (part 2) – A brough too far

Our second day on Orkney began bright and early.  A hint of blue sky through a dusty skylight and we jumped out of bed with gazelle like agility.  Despite our depressing surroundings I felt happy at the prospect of spending a day outdoors, exploring under blue skies. (Here’s a reminder of day one it).

I showered, managing to precariously balance the shower-head on a broken wall fixing.  Anything to avoid lying in the bath next to the half-empty jar of damp baths salts, and the dregs of someone else’s bottle of Radox.

Mr G went off to shower as I made breakfast. No sooner had he hit the shower than a string of expletives emanated from the bathroom. I’d failed to mention the shower-head wasn’t fixed to the wall securely? He emerged from the bathroom clutching his beloved (and dripping wet) Harris Tweed wash-bag and his soaking wet outfit for the day. The shower-head had come loose and thrashed about like an unattended fire hose, soaking everything within a 4 foot radius.

Escaping the spiders

Our first destination of the day was Deerness.  It was a lovely morning so we stopped at Newark Beach to give the boy some off-lead fast running time.

Newark Beach, Orkney
We got the beach all to ourselves, it was wonderful. Then a feeling of dread hit me as my mind wandered back to our accommodation. Orkney was wonderful, but there was a big damper hanging over our trip. I needed to find a 3G signal and fast. I found one and booked us into a small hotel in St Margaret’s Hope.

We returned to the Tomb of the Spiders to pack and check out. I felt euphoric.

The Tomb of the Eagles, Orkney

Now, happy as Larry we decided to visit the Tomb of the Eagles and explore Deerness properly after lunch.  Of all the sites I wanted to see on Orkney this 5,000-year-old Neolithic tomb was top of my list.

An exciting discovery

In 1958 farmer Ronnie Simison made a remarkable discovery after spotting flagstones protruding from a grassy mound. He took a closer look and unearthed a mace head, three stone axe heads, a black ‘button’ and a small knife. He dug further and found a chamber. It was pitch dark inside. He lit his cigarette lighter and peered into the gloom. There staring back at him were the skulls of Neolithic Orcadians – he’d just discovered the Tomb of the Eagles.

When the tomb was fully excavated twenty years later, sea eagle talons were discovered interred with the human remains. They may have been a clan talisman or totem, but we’ll never know for sure.

Tomb of the Eagles

Bringing the past to life

Ronnie’s daughters now run the visitor centre. It’s a fascinating, interactive experience which brings the story of ‘The Ancestors’ to life. The staff are passionate about sharing the site’s history.

I loved learning about the tomb and a Bronze Age site located nearby.  The lady who presented in the Bronze Room was brilliant. Not only did she bring the Bronze Age dwelling to life, she also offered up a fascinating history of her own. This was a lady with a lovely, lilting Orcadian accent I could have listened to all day. She shared a fascinating insight into her childhood on Orkney before cars, electricity, running water and modern farm machinery. It was such a privilege to listen to her wonderful oral history.

In the Neolithic room we met ‘The Ancestors’ – Jock Tamson, Granny (who was approx. 36-years-old) and Charlie Girl. I was in history geek heaven. The artefacts were real AND we got to handle them. It’s amazing what you can learn about a person from their bones. A study of Granny’s skull, showed she’d been suffering from a painful dental abscess. There was a large hole in her jawbone which made me wince.
Tomb of the Eagles

A unique tour guide

Throughout our visit the Wee Dug had made his presence known by barking randomly. I was black affronted by his naughtiness, but soon discovered the reason. Just when we thought our visit couldn’t get any better they pulled a rabbit out of the hat – Tour Dog Tate. Tate was a gorgeous Spaniel and our self-appointed tour guide. We were told he liked to guide visitors to the tomb and Bronze Age dwelling. Even as he was donning his Tour Dog Tate bib I though I was having my leg pulled.

We left to walk the mile or so to the tomb with Tate confidently leading the way. The Wee Dug was in his element, having gained a new pal.

Tomb of the Eagles

When it looked like we were going to bypass the Bronze Age site, Tate made sure we didn’t stray off course, herding us in to view the ruins and watching proudly as if to say “pretty cool huh?”

Tomb of the EaglesTomb of the Eagles

The walk to the tomb was stunning. Nothing makes me happier than exploring a remote corner of Scotland under a clear blue sky.

Tomb of the EaglesTomb of the Eagles

Inside the Tomb of the Eagles

Unlike our visit to Cuween Hill Cairn the day before, the Tomb of the Eagles didn’t give me a sense of foreboding or claustrophobia. I couldn’t wait to get inside. Even the Wee Dug was happy to enter. Probably because this tomb hadn’t been discovered full of wee dug skulls.

Tomb of the EaglesTomb of the Eagles

Inside it struck me, that here we were standing in a 5,000-year-old tomb with two dogs, one of which was our tour guide – ah, the joys of travelling in Scotland.

Tomb of the Eagles

We snapped photos at our leisure and I found myself drawn to a dark chamber with bars at the entrance. I fired off a shot on my camera to see what was inside and almost jumped out of my skin when it was momentarily lit to reveal skulls.

Tomb of the EaglesTomb of the Eagles, Orkney
Later, back at the visitor centre we tipped Tate with beefy treats and had a browse in the shop. There were lots of lovely items for sale which had been hand-crafted on Orkney. The lure of a pink beanie, knitted with Fair Isle wool was too strong for me to resist.

Tomb of the Eagles

Now for some lunch

We decided to grab a take-away lunch from the wonderful St Magnus Cafe in Kirkwall again.

We arrived in the town and thought we’d just missed a pigeon massacre. There were feathers everywhere. It turns out it was a ‘Blackening’ – a pre-wedding tradition common in the Scottish Highlands and Northern Isles. The groom is covered in sticky gunk and paraded around town in the back of a lorry, while pots and pans are banged loudly to make sure no one misses his humiliation.  I remembered my own Highland wedding when Mr G spent the day reeking of sour milk after Nairn’s version of a blackening.


Five minutes after arriving in Kirkwall, I felt like drowning him in sour milk. He announced he’d left his wallet at the Tomb of the Spiders. He turned the car upside down, rummaging through the contents of his rucksack looking for it – nada. We’d have to return to the place I hoped we’d never see again. Back at the Tomb of the Spiders, Mr G peered in window. There was no sign of his wallet.  More desperate rummaging in his rucksack later and he found it. I clenched my jaw and counted slowly and silently to ten.

En-route to Deerness we stopped to see ‘The Viking’ at the beach near Burray Village.  We found him leaning at a jaunty angle, giving him a menacing, war like quality.

The Viking, BurrayThe Viking, Burray
Deerness, Orkney

Not long into our walk at Deerness we reached The Gloup, which is a vast gaping chasm in the ground.  Peering inside the collapsed sea cave made my head spin. Mr G loved it.

The Gloup, OrkneyBrough of Deerness
We left The Gloup with Mr G raving about how awesome it was. I ignored a path that looked to be winding perilously close to the edge of a cliff and stuck to a more inland route.

Although Mr G had chosen the walk, I’d been enticed there by the Brough of Deerness, where the ruins of a Viking settlement stand. It was a gorgeous walk – there wasn’t another soul around, the sky was blue and it was unseasonably warm for March. I was getting another history fix too – what could be better?

When we arrived my face fell. The ruins sat on top of a sea stack, reached via the most terrifying and perilous looking path I’ve ever seen. It was steep, narrow and had sheer drops. It was the stuff of nightmares. A brough too far for me.

I turned on my heels to head back to the car, but Mr G was displaying a prize-winning sad face. I relented and suggested he follow the path of peril, while the boy and I enjoy a seat in the sunshine. He was off like a shot. “Be careful, stay away from the edge and don’t run” I shouted after him, sounding more like his mother than his wife.

DeernessBrough of Deerness, Orkney
The intrepid explorer returned fifteen minutes later. He was euphoric, announcing that cliffs made him feel alive. Ironic, considering you’re only a tiny bit of coastal erosion away from death at any given time on a cliff. I enquired about the ruins and was told it was just a pile of old stones. I’d married a philistine.

Murray Arms Hotel, St Margaret’s Hope, Orkney

It’d been a busy, fun-packed day and we’d built up an appetite and a drouth for an alcoholic beverage, so we checked into our accommodation. The Murray Arms Hotel in the village of St Margaret’s Hope is a small, family-run hotel with a bar and restaurant.

The warm Orcadian welcome that greeted us the second we set foot in the door told us we’d struck gold. Our room was lovely – modern, well-equipped, spotlessly clean and comfortable. We were delighted.

The boy explored every corner before making the inside of the wardrobe his cubby hole/man cave.  All he ever asks of our trips is a good cubby hole to  lurk in.

Scottish travel blog, Orkney
It felt indulgent eating dinner off a table, instead of from plates balanced on our knees.

I had chicken curry and Mr G chose fish and chips.  I’m a spice fiend and love curry. This was the best curry I’ve eaten in a non-Indian restaurant. Mr G said his fish and chips were amazing.

Murray Arms Hotel, Orkney
Pudding was equally delicious. It was lovely relaxing after dinner with a drink, discussing our day and laughing (me through gritted teeth) about walletgate.

St Margaret’s Hope, Orkney St Margaret’s Hope, Orkney

Before bed, we took the boy for his last walk of the day. The village was quiet and still. We stood gazing up at the clear starry sky, enjoying the soothing sound of the sea – simple pleasures.

Stay tuned for my third and final Orkney blog, coming soon ….

Orkney Tomb of the Eagles, Orkney

19 thoughts on “Orkney (part 2) – A brough too far”

  1. Great to read part 2 and looking forward to part 3. Not only very enjoyable reads in themselves but it’s all making my itinerary planning for my first venture to Orkney pretty straightforward – if I basically do everything you have done I won’t go far wrong (perhaps missing out the Tomb of the Spiders altogether). The dog guide will make my daughter’s day – I hope he has a full-time job!

    1. I’d definitely avoid the Tomb of the Spiders but everything else gets a big thumbs up from me. You’re lucky you have a whole week in summer to explore at a more leisurely pace. Ask for Tate at the Tomb of the Eagles. He was so dedicated to the job that I doubt he takes holidays. 😊

  2. The challenge of that cliffside walk is still there for you! no place for your wee dug, however. Not much in the way of ruins at the top, but conquering that climb my goal. great blog as usual!

  3. Thank you for sharing this. I enjoyed reading about your adventures and seeing the history of Scotland. Your little dog is adorable, and I particularly enjoyed the part of your canine tour guide. Thank you again, and safe journey !

  4. Thanks for your tour of my favourite place. Once visited it gets in the blood, now looking for a house to retire to!

    1. Thank you – it’s an amazing place. Been missing it like crazy since we got home. You’d love it. Definitely recommend Murray Arms Hotel. St Margaret’s Hope is only a short hop from Scottish Mainland and a great base for exploring Orkney. So much more I want to go back to see.

  5. Love the fact you had a dog tour guide! That photo on the “skateboard” is fab. 🙂

    Also your photos from Deerness are beautiful, I’ve been to the gloup but never explored further round the coast! This has definitely confirmed that I need to!

    1. I thought it was a joke until he took us there and back! 😂 Loved the wee skateboard. Definitely go beyond The Gloup next time you get a chance. It’s stunning.

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