All for an eight mile SIB journey
Yes, JK, but what a journey! An adventure across the wild and foaming Pentland Firth to the land that time has passed by. The land of the Vikings and of the ancient whaling fleets that set sail for the Antarctic. The misty isles of Orkney that were populated by Pictish clans over 4,000 years ago.
An adventure to the furthest flung parts of these sceptered isles, in company with adventurers of the sea. Cliffs over 1,000 feet high, seabirds, whales, wind and wide open skies.
It might just be 8 miles across, but it is another world across there. A remote island, off a remote coast. This is no mere trip. This is a JOURNEY. An adventure.
In years to come, those who crossed the Firth will tell their grandchildren. 'I was there on Orkney. I was one of those intrepid Orkney Expeditioneers', they will say. The children will gaze at them in awe as they listen to the tales of those far distant isles, in those far distant days.
No expeditioneer will return the same. All will be different men inside, for they will have seen those lands beyond the Firth and beyond the mist. All the expeditioneers will be bound in spirit untill death, when at last their spirit of adventure will be freed to meet up with the others who went before.
No JK. Not just 8 miles. A lifetime!
Keith (booker prize nominee) Hart