Friday: Cardinal Fang ... the comfy chair!
Slightly warmer overnight, only down as low as 2 degrees and the wind was blowing onto the side of the van without a vent, so no draft. What a huge difference those 2 degrees make!Forecast for today is mixed but our handy Orkney walks book has a nice 6.5 mile walk from the campsite to the top of a local hill, with an optional extension to take in a Neolithic cairn. Who could resist!It was still bitingly cold in the wind so layers were called for: base layer, T-shirt, lightweight fleece jumper, heavyweight fleece gillet and raincoat accompanied by hat, gloves and neck buff. It's just 2 days from May, for goodness sake.Now this walk is not a round trip but an up and back, and the up bit is UP, it starts with a gentle uphill section and doesn't have a level or downhill section until the summit is reached, some 3 miles, 1000' climb later. A hard slog. Taking a wrong path and climbing 150' in just under half a mile, then having to backtrack, find the correct path and reclimb didn't do a lot for muscles or morale either! Still we flushed a Mountain Hare (and a second one on the way back down), and that may just have been a short-eared owl. We also passed two sheep with lambs that could only have been born this morning, one still with placenta attached. We had to hurry past as we were a source of distress but used binoculars to watch from a safe distance as the lambs tried to struggle to their feet whilst mother was fussing over them and cleaning them. Fascinating!Onwards and upwards. Just shy of the summit the road forked, an easy metalled road to the top and a hillside footpath round to the cairn. Believing the cairn to be just around the corner, we opted for the footpath which was very obviously the road less traveled.Today's blog title? There has been some mention of "comfort zone" a few days ago. Well, today's walk took Liz so far out of her comfort zone that even if Torquemada himself has been putting the question to her it would have been barely less discomforting. Already fairly weary after a long slog we soon discovered the path, whilst clearly visible had deteriorated into an unstable peaty scrabble from tussock to tussock. Liz hates uneven downhill stretches and has a permanent fear of tumble or twisted ankle. The path continued to deteriorate and no sign of cairn as we slowed to a place Liz judged to be safe (which to be honest was only marginally slower than the pace I would have been comfortable with). After getting on for a mile we spotted a market post but no that wasn't the cairn, however it was just visible just another treacherous 200m ahead To be fair, what a reward. A 5000 year old Neolithic cairn with a ladder to lower yourself inside and a torch provided. Just us two solitary figures on a lonely landscape and a 5000 year old cairn. Real Howard Carter stuff