Off to the Farne Islands

Today is a special day and the weather is glorious as we head to Seahouses for our trip to the Farne Islands with Billy Shiel’s fleet. I don’t know why I didn’t think of this option sooner, instead of being fixated on going to the Isle of May. Seahouses’ harbour is undergoing restoration and we have been warned that the harbour car parks are closed and we may need to arrive early to secure parking in town. We can do ‘arriving early’. It also gives a fisherman of my acquaintance the chance to get his fishing boat fix.

The St Cuthbert III is running slightly behind schedule and is full for our trip. We don’t manage to secure a seat on the edge of the boat but that doesn’t matter too much. We set out for the Farne Islands, which are in two groups, the Inner and Outer Farnes. There are 28 islands at low water but only 14 at high tide. Like many islands in the area, the Farnes were a monastic settlement and St Cuthbert died here in the seventh century. We circle the Outer Farnes and view the cliff-side nests and the Atlantic grey seals; there are 3000-4000 of these in the area. We pass the Longstone Lighthouse, of Grace Darling fame, which was built 1825, at a cost of £3000 and was manned until 1919. Grace and her father are notorious for their 1838 rescue of nine survivors from the Forfarshire.

The islands are home to 80,000 puffins or ‘Tommy Noddies’ as they are known locally. They live up to thirty years and mate for life, returning to the same burrows each summer. They spend the winter at sea, not touching land until the following spring. What I hadn’t realised was that they lose their iconic bills in the winter, when the bills are black. The orange colour is generated from their sand eel diet. The more sand eels they eat, the brighter the bill. Natural selection means that the brighter bills, in other words those who are the most efficient providers of food, are the most attractive. Apart from the puffins, there are also 50,000 guillemots nesting on the islands. The smell of guano is powerful and all-pervading.

We disembark on Inner Farne, are greeted by the rangers and run the gauntlet of the dive-bombing, nesting terns. We listen to a short talk by the ranger. We are unable to go in St Cuthbert’s chapel as terns are nesting in the entrance. In fact, birds are everywhere. Even with my not very wonderful, under £100, camera I manage some half decent photographs.

106 23 May 2019 Puffin Farne Islands

So today the wildlife haul included: black-headed gulls, black-backed gulls, herring gulls, eider ducks, lapwing, feral pigeons, house sparrows, starlings, jackdaw, swallows, mallard, cormorants, guillemots, common terns, razor bills, shags, oyster catcher, Atlantic grey seals, a  rabbit and the iconic puffins. The wildflowers are also at their best at this time of year, with red campion, stitchwort, sea campion, poppies, broom and bluebells being prolific. What is really sad is that so many people would struggle to name the wonderful flora and fauna that surround us. It is our planet, we need to take an interest in it, nurture it, celebrate it, protect it and share our love of the beautiful landscapes we encounter.

Back to the Iron Age and various Wildlife Encounters

We are booked on a forest safari with Highland Safaris first thing, so it is up at the crack of dawn. I’ll admit that it was slightly earlier than strictly necessary but we are able to lurk in the car park waiting for them to open. We have been on an excursion with this company before but have decided to do another short trip because we enjoyed it so much the first time. We find our way to the safari centre in the village of Dull without incident. I was amused to learn, on our last visit, that Dull was twinned with a town called Boring in Oregon. Apparently, it is now also paired with Bland in New South Wales! Dull is in fact a corruption of the Gaelic for ‘raised meadow’ and was a seventh century monastic settlement. Our tour guide is Dave and we are accompanied in our land rover by a family with a small boy. Again, I am impressed that a family is introducing their offspring to wildlife. We drive through the beech, birch and larch forest, many people don’t realise that the latter are a needle shedding pine. There are also introduced species of pine and the broom is in full flower.

As usual, we are a kiss of death when it comes to wildlife spotting and red squirrels and red deer are both conspicuous by their absence. We don’t see pine marten either. They are much more elusive, so that would have been less likely; although I have seen one on a previous trip to Scotland. We learn that pine marten are useful because they will predate on the grey squirrels but not on the red. There are awe-inspiring views of the Tay valley and we see patches of snow on the heights. Although there are longer rivers, the volume of water in the Tay is greater than any other British river. The first bridge across the Tay was part of General Wade’s bridge and road building scheme, which aided troop movements when he was tasked with suppressing the 1745 Jacobite Rebellion. The town of Aberfeldy grew up round this bridge. It is thought that the Gallic sounding nearby Coshieville may have been so named because the French POWs used by Wade on his road building projects were billeted there.

To make up for the lack of wildlife on the nonetheless awesome safari we do see a hare as we leave the site. We head to Osprey Haven at Loch of the Lowes via a slight detour round the golf club courtesy of our sat-nav. We are in luck here as three osprey chicks have hatched this week, the youngest is just four days old. We watch the nest from the hides and via the web-cam, seeing both parents on the nest feeding the chicks. We also see another osprey circling, which caused the staff some concern as it could be a threat to these chicks. I do love the ospreys but watching the birds on the loch and at the feeders is just as good, although again the red squirrels elude us. We get a great view of a pair of great-crested grebes and there are yellowhammers and randomly, a mandarin duck on the feeders. The latter has been visiting for several years and is thought to be an escapee from a private collection.

053 20 May 2019 Osprey nest Loch of the Lowes

049 20 May 2019 Great Crested Grebe Loch of the Lowes

063 20 May 2019 Yellowhammer Loch of the LowesDave from Highland Safaris has recommended a visit to the Crannog Centre, which does not feature in the guidebooks or on any leaflets we’ve seen. We don’t have a great deal of time and we wonder if it is worth paying the entrance money. It so was worth it – an amazing reconstruction of an iron age structure complete with a variety of historical interpreters spinning, dyeing, cooking, boat making and creating an enormous set of bellows. With our own ‘neo-building’ experience, this is particularly interesting to us. The whole thing was fascinating, highly recommended.

I will pass on the snippets that we gleaned during our visit. A Crannog is an artificially created island and although there were earlier examples, nine were constructed on the loch between 600 and 400 BC, including the one on which this reconstruction is based. ‘Cran’ means branch and ‘og’ means young. Strictly ‘cran’ is ‘a branch shaped like a pregnant woman’. This led to the, now discredited, theory that these structures were birthing chambers. The word is medieval, not iron age like the islands and may refer to the shape of branches used. Not actually sure I quite buy this explanation. The original would have had a roof of bracken and heather, rather than reed but the charity cannot afford to replace the roof every two years, which would be necessary if bracken had been used and reed is not out of place for iron age structures. Each crannog would house fifteen to twenty people. The last inhabited crannog, lived in by nuns, was abandoned in 1740.

The experimental archaeologists tried several methods of erecting the main piles for the crannog. They discovered that trying to float them out in log boats is a fail, as you can’t stand up in a log boat without it rolling – result – a number of wet archaeologists! They ended up using a jetty instead. The walls are made from two layers of hurdles with bracken in between. Daub is impractical because of the weight. The structure would have been built in a single season and would last about eighty years, although they would begin to decay after about fifty years, with the piles rotting and the floors needing repair. Despite the lack of pollution in this area, piles now need replacing four times more often that they did in the iron age, due to the effects of the poorer water quality of the twenty first century.

There is a central stone fireplace but no hole in the roof. Instead, the smoke lines the underside of the roof, helping with the waterproofing. The excavations suggest that the crannog dwellers had a largely vegetarian diet, although animals were kept for dairying and wool. The animals would have been wintered inside part of the crannog. Meadowsweet was used to separate the curds and whey. Surprisingly there is no evidence here, or at crannogs elsewhere, that fish were eaten. This seems very odd. The theory is that those who lived on crannogs were of higher status and that they may have had a spiritual significance, perhaps acting as intermediaries between the land dwellers and the loch deities. Maybe taking fish from the loch was deemed inappropriate on religious grounds. What seems certain is that the crannogs had no defensive function and weapons have not been found, suggesting that this was a time of peace.

Loch Tay, in the centre of Scotland, was in an important trading position and perhaps 10,000 people lived round the loch, on land and sea, in the iron age. It is thought that the crannogs may have been built to save land that could be used for farming but this seems unlikely to me. Apparently the archaeologists found a collection of Mesolithic arrow heads that it seems a crannog dweller had collected and displayed. The crannog also contains an anachronistic eel trap, left by a basket weaver in residence. Health and safety means that the crannog is fully equipped with smoke alarms. I am not sure how this works when they light the fire.

All in all, a special day, with three highly recommended activities and it was topped off by being able to watch The Generation Frame, a Scottish genealogy programme, with people I know featured amongst the experts.

Puffins and other Birds

It is twenty degrees and sunny in the Highlands today. Sadly we are no longer in the Highlands and we have mist, drizzle, ten degrees and a very cold wind. We set off for the twenty mile trip to Anstruther, still unsure if our boat to the Isle of May will sail today. We arrive early, that would be early even by our standards. The boat, The May Princess, which takes 100 passengers, is full. It is mostly full of a party of fourteen year olds whose degree of preparedness for today’s activity varies. One girl is wearing a thin jumper that stops a few inches above her waist and has slashed sleeves. The lady next to us works on an Antarctic survey project. She at least is appropriately dressed. She claims that the Isle of May is one of her favourite places on earth. There are some very serious cameras on board. One man has a four foot long lens; I dread to think what it weighs or how it will fare in this drizzle. We have secured what appear to be the best seats on the boat, outside yet under an overhang to protect us from the rain.

Another toilet related comment alert. The comfort system that increases the availability of toilets, which we used in Aberdeenshire, has been disbanded in Fife. Chris therefore used the time whilst we were waiting for the boat to walk through the rain quite a long way and then was indignant at being charged thirty pence for the privilege. I have elected to wait until we board. This means that I have to wait until the boat is at sea before using the facilities. These are typical boat ‘heads’, with another puzzle as to how the flush works. Too late I spot the instruction to put toilet paper in the bin rather than down the pan. Without going into too many gory details, I will report that it did end up in the correct receptacle. Then comes the challenge of trying to keep on my feet whilst returning to my seat.  The boat is lurching in a spectacular manner, with waves crashing on deck to the accompaniment of many girly screams from the school party and that was just the boys. This is the roughest sea I have experienced since whale watching. I am the proud possessor of seasickness tablets. They are at home. I remember the whale watching instructions to put pressure on the pulse points, this seems to work.

We see gannets and learn that they are part of the 150,000 strong colony on Bass Rock, the largest colony in the Northern Hemisphere. There are ¼ million sea birds on the Isle of May, including 92,000 puffins, surely I will at last see one. Puffins return to the same burrows each year and once they leave the island, the chicks do not come back to land until they are mature enough to mate three years later.

386a Puffins Isle of May 27 May 2016We start to see more and more seabirds through the mist and drizzle, including my first ever puffin! As we near the island the water is thick with guillimots, razorbills and more puffins. We have three hours to spend on the island and we walk most of the pathways. Departing from the marked routes is strictly forbidden in case puffin burrows are damaged. Even with my very basic £100 camera I manage half decent, recognisable shots of the islands birds. Apart from the puffins, razorbills and guillimots there are, oystercatchers, shags, fulmars, black-backed gulls (lesser and greater), fulmars and kittiwakes. There is also an active tern colony and the terns dive bomb the visitors making their strange ticking cries (that would be the terns’ cries, not the visitors). Eider duck nest right by the pathways; I had forgotten that the females were a drab brown, in contrast to their gaudy husbands. A tremendous plus for having had to do this part of the trip two years later than originally planned is that, had we made it here as intended in August 2014, there would have been far less to see. Despite the chilling wind I am having a great time, though I agree that slightly warmer weather would have been the icing on this particular cake.

394 Shag Isle of May 27 May 2016A great deal of what is known about sea birds and migrations patterns is thanks to data collected on May. Only the researchers live on the island as the lighthouse is now automated. It is 200 years old and was built to replace the oldest lighthouse in Britain, which was a coal fired beacon tower dating from 1636. This took between one and three tons of coal a night to maintain, all of which was brought from the mainland and hauled to the top of the tower. The island used to be a monastic foundation, with St Ethernan’s shrine attracting pilgrims since the seventh century. The island was home to St Adrian until he carelessly got murdered by the Vikings in 875. In 1500, James IV had a picnic on the island, because he could I guess. After the 1715 Jacobite rebellion, three hundred fleeing Jacobites somehow got stranded on May for eight days without food.

We return to the boat and choose to sit on the top deck, as the drizzle has stopped. I ask which is the appropriate side of the boat to sit for the best view of the cliffs on the return journey. The island is home to 100 or so grey seals and we see these as we travel along the coast. The tide is very low and the gangplank is at a ninety degree angle. The chap in front of me is on crutches, he manages better than I. Yet another day when a serious defrosting is required when we get home.