Saturday 24 
September 2005 
Untouchable The alarm wakes me out of deepest dreamland. I'm off to 
the south of Mainland today. First I visit a couple of ruined brochs. Many of 
these ancient stone towers were built on hilltops or on small islands, but the 
one at Clumlie is in the middle of pastureland, and is curiously surrounded by 
much more modern (but equally ruined) farm buildings.
  At the far south of Mainland (as Shetland's main island is called), 
just past Sumburgh Airport, two headlands extend southward, parallel 
to one another. One is Sumburgh Head, which rises to a high knoll surrounded by 
cliffs, on which sits a lighthouse. The other headland is the Ness of Burgi, and 
that's where I'm headed. It is much lower, rolling land, and toward the end of 
it, there is a restored ancient "blockhouse". The walk out is pretty 
straightforward, except for a short stretch where the sea is steadily working at 
making the Ness an island; one must walk along a jagged ridge for a hundred feet 
or so, with sheer (but short) drops to either side. This is not quite as hairy as it sounds, 
for a chain handrail has been mounted through the worst of it. Still, it's 
pretty exciting, and the short scramble fosters a sense of isolation out on the Ness.
  The blockhouse is interesting enough, but the spot 
itself is just enchanting, and I hang around for half an hour or so, all alone, 
the sea crashing almost on all sides.
  Back near the airport, Jarlshof is 
my next stop. This is a fascinating site--five different civilizations have 
built here, one atop the other. There are substantial ruins of Bronze Age 
houses, early Iron Age houses, an Iron Age broch with surrounding wheelhouses, 
Viking longhouses, and atop it all, Earl Patrick Stewart's medieval castle, its 
corner sitting atop the wall of the broch. This is one of Shetland's two great 
archeological treasures, the other being the nearly complete broch on 
Mousa.
  Saturday night in Lerwick...much like Saturday night in any small 
town in Britain, much too noisy and rowdy for an old fogey like me. I have a few 
pints and drams and go to bed.
  
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