The first image in my head after our eight-seater aircraft took off from Kirkwall Airport at 7:35am on a Friday morning in April was of the old War Room maps of Orkney hanging in my hallway in Stromness. Having so far ventured only to Hoy and South Ronaldsay, how often had I looked at the outlines on the map of each blot of land to the north and wondered what was there.
As our tiny plane propelled itself northward well under the cloud bank, those lines on paper of Eday and Stronsay came to life. The length of Sanday’s white beaches popped into three dimensions. And just beyond, a small fish hook of green broke the surface of the North Sea, white wash lapping from all sides at the rocky shore…Continue reading at Orkney.com
Taylor St. John 