Where Scotland thinks it’s Norway

Norway's flagIn the Shetland Islands at the northern tip of Scotland, the place names are mostly in Norse. The majority of the population of 22,000 have Norwegian ancestors. On Norwegian holidays, they fly Norway’s flag.

All courtesy of the Vikings.

Although there were inhabitants on Shetland three to four thousand years ago, the Vikings took charge around 800 AD. In 1468, Maraget, a Danish princess, married James III of Scotland. Her father, the king of Denmark and Norway couldn’t afford a wedding dowry, so he mortgaged Shetland to his son-in-law. He never got it back.

Westside of ShetlandShetland is comprised of more than one hundred islands, fifteen of which are inhabited. The leading industries are oil and fishing. Shetland is famous for its wool sweaters and ponies. They graze everywhere (the sheep and the ponies, not the sweaters), often along the side of the road.

When I picked up my rental car in Lerwick, the clerk chuckled, “Shetland is so small, you likely won’t use more than one tank of petrol.” Driving, however, was a challenge as I adjusted to sitting on the right side of the car, shifting a five-speed with my left hand and driving on the left side of the road.

Shetland sheepDay One: After exploring Fort Charlotte in Lerwick, I set out for the Westside and quickly found myself on single-lane roads. “Passing Places” occur frequently, which allow drivers to get by from the opposite direction. However, there was very little traffic. Low rolling green hills, sheep everywhere and trees nowhere. Green desolation. I parked on the side of the road and hiked across the moorland to the remains of Stanydale “Temple,” a Stone-Age community hall, built around 1600 B.C. Oval-shaped stone houses from the same era lay in ruins nearby. Drove to the west coast at Melby for a look at the Atlantic Ocean, then back to Lerwick. I was surprised how easily I could cover ground. It is small.

Day Two: Breathtaking scenery all along the western coast of the Northmavine peninsula. The one-lane road follows the coast with spectacular views of red sandstone cliffs and sea stacks. Again, beautiful desolation, interrupted occasionally by a friendly herd of long-maned Shetland ponies.

Esha Ness, Shetland

Esha Ness

Stopped at the lighthouse at Esha Ness and walked the windy and jawdropping coastal trail. Along the way I viewed the Holes of Scraada, a deep chasm connected to the sea by a long tunnel. Inland are the remains of three ancient stone watermills. Sheer cliffs, crashing waves, towering sea stacks, gaping crevices and sea caves, beautiful arches, remnants of ancient dwellings, sky-blue lochs (lakes), sheep everywhere and a beautiful sunny day. All brilliant reds, greens and blues.

Nearby is Dore Holm, a large sea stack with a natural arch that resembles a horse drinking water.

Dore Holm

Dore Holm, Northmavine

Day Three: Headed to the South Mainland. At the tip of the peninsula I stopped at the Sumburgh Head lighthouse, hoping to see the puffin colony. Unfortunately, I missed mating season by a few weeks. As the fellow next to me said, “All this way and not a single fookin’ poofin.”

At the nearby Jarlshof excavation, thousands of years of old and really old dwellings are stacked on top of each other. The large site showcases the remains of 4,000-year-old Bronze-Age oval houses, an Iron-Age broch (tower house) and surrounding wheelhouses, Viking longhouses, and a lord’s manse built around 1600 AD.

Jarlshof

Jarlshof

One of the 2,000-year-old wheelhouses is nearly intact, stone roof included. It was a thrill to step inside. Amazing that these dwellings had internal partitions and built-in shelves.

Day Four: I had a few hours to kill before the ferry to the Orkney Islands, so I drove down the West Burra peninsula. Stopped a couple of times to pet Shetland ponies. They seem interested in visitors. At the end of a single-lane road I parked and hiked along a beach, through meadows of sheep, past tumble-down stone crofthouses, and up steep hillsides to get a view of the Atlantic coast and the outlying islands. Again, sheer cliffs with waves crashing at their bases. A bird dive-bombed me away from its nest.

In Scalloway I ate a picnic lunch near the Shetland Bus monument. During the Nazi occupation of Norway, the town of Scalloway provided a safe haven for Norwegian resistance fighters who regularly ran arms and resistance workers to Norway on borrowed fishing boats. The operation was called the Shetland Bus. A one-way trip took at least 24 hours and the Norwegians were in constant danger of being caught by the patrolling Gestapo. The monument is built of stones from both countries, representing the home towns of those killed during the operation.

Shetland ponyWhile in Scalloway, I picked up the key to the castle at the hotel. (That’s right. They gave me the key to the castle!) It was built in 1600 AD. by Patrick Stewart, Earl of Orkney, infamous for his cruelty. He was eventually beheaded in Edinburgh. (Yes, I returned the key.)

On the way back to Lerwick, I passed the site of Law Ting Holm, where Shetland’s annual Norse parliament met (outside) in the 13th century.

Every January, hundreds of men dress as Vikings and march through the streets singing, carrying torches and celebrating their Norse-ness. At the conclusion of the procession, they toss their torches into a painstakingly-built Viking longship replica and burn it to the ground. After the bonfire, the all-night party starts. This Scandanavian-themed celebration is called Up Helly Aa and takes place in the Shetland Islands … of Scotland.

 

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3 Responses to Where Scotland thinks it’s Norway

  1. Mary says:

    Fascinating and entertaining account! Looking forward to your next leg of the journey!

  2. Art says:

    A while back I read a book called “Our Magnificent Bastard Tongue: The Untold Story of English.” The author argues that the radically simpler grammar of English began in those northern territories where the Vikings and the Scots had to communicate. He argues that English lost the Germanic complexities of gender (masculine, feminine, neuter nouns) and multiple cases like Dative and Genitive because the Norse conquerors who were never fully integrated into the culture spoke a broken simplified English.

    Thanks for your updates. They are great fun to read. Hope you’ve had a nip of Scotch here and there as well.

    Art

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