Stromness


I loved Stromness.
For its colours, its houses, its solitude, its beauty, its angularity, its friendliness, its character, its light, its windows.





It is a litte town on the other side of Orkneys Mainland. We visited on an early Wednesday afternoon and it was so quite and almost silent that it reminded me a bit of the fairy tale of sleeping beauty where the whole kingdom falls suddenly into a deep sleep. It was magical and beautiful.




















The Ring of Brodgar


... or "Orcadian Stonehenge".... 

A mysterious 5000 years old stone circle.
It's a very impressive sight when you drive along the wide mainland of Orkney towards these stones, 
whose edged silhouettes poke into the low hanging clouds.



I wish I had more time to capture all these colours: green of the already fading thistles, the purple-blue of the moorland, hints of yellow, shades of red...


Sitting here, watching one of these amazing Orcadian sunsets must be mesmerizing.




Mr Isbister. 1881.




 And you are never really alone. :)

Skara Brae



Skara Brae on the Bay of Skaill. I love the sound of these names - ancient and mystical. And ancient it is. And a bit mystical, too.








Skara Brae is a neolithic village that was inhabited about 5000 years ago. In the 19th century, a storm uncovered the little houses, that lie hidden underneath the sand. Since then, it is explored by archeologists, which are still at work when you walk around there. It is a curious and impressive feeling to walk these houses that were build by humans so so long ago. It's surreal.






I was really surprized how much concept these houses already had and many things we have today, too. They even had chests of drawers and real beds separated in individual corners.

Oh, and obviously even back then they liked a room with a view.




The man who found the village after the storm lived near by in the House of Skaill. This is an old mansion out of the books: standing there mighty and lonely, facing the Atlantic ocean. Even from afar it has its very own mystical charme.

And like any good old Laird's mansion it is inhabited by ghosts. But good ghosts. The kind of ghosts that just move things or make creaky sounds. Just enough to let you not forget that it has been their house for over 400 years and you are just a tourist. Or maybe they have a deal with the local tourist bureau... :)












Ghosts or not, it's a magical place packed with thousands of years of history and when I think of it the memory is a bit like after when you read a book that completely soaked you in. I walked these rooms and they told me stories, these ancient ones down by the sea, too. I don't know how to put it different: They are so alive. But in a good way.