Apparently medieval mapmakers gave the name âUltima Thuleâ to the land that lay beyond the region of the known world; after last weekend, I call it Sutherland.
If you look at a map, youâll see the far north of Scotland rising above Inverness like a jauntily-perched top hat: if Caithness is the feather, a small fingernail-sized area at the top right, then Sutherland is the crown; itâs big, covering 2,300 square miles, butâunless you count the mountainsâvery empty, with a population of just 13,000.
The hills of Sutherland, June 2013
We took an excursion along the north coast road to the Kyle of Tongue, just under two hours from Wick. The terrain changes as soon as you leave Caithness, from flat grasslands to a barren, lunar landscape of bare rocks and distant, looming peaks, the road a single track with sudden descents on either side. There were occasional sheep, which stopped grazing to stare frowning at us as we passed, as if trying to remember where theyâd seen people before. Or perhaps they were desperate convict sheep whoâd escaped the chain gang but got lost in the wilderness, and were thinking of hijacking our car (the origin of the expression âbeing fleecedâ, of course).
We stopped in Tongue at a cliffside cafe overlooking the ocean for lunch, 20C in the sun. We ate our sandwiches outside with the desperate heroism of British people on holiday everywhere, but you had to be alert: the wind kept snatching away any potato chips that werenât anchored down with cutlery, so if you looked away for a minute your plate resembled a time-lapse film of a forest being cut down.
The estuary at Tongue, June 2013
On the way back we made a detour to John OâGroats for ice cream, sitting in the sun sneering at the seagulls which worked over the tourists much like Faginâs gang of thieving street urchins in Oliver Twist.
And all the time the reflection kept hitting us, like waking up and remembering youâve just won the lottery: Bloody hell, this is where we live.
Iâve finished the back of my gansey, and the back half of the ridge-and-furrow shoulder straps too. I added a couple of plain rows above the pattern so the cables had room to breathe: I prefer not to end a pattern on a cable row, as they always feel a bit constricted, a bit tight, as though they want to unscrew.
Not snow: Cotton grass (Eriophorum angustifolium) near John o’Groats
As itâs 214 stitches wide, I made each shoulder 71 stitches and the neck 72. The ârig ânâ furâ shoulders are, as usual, 2 purl rows, 2 plain, 2 purl rows, 2 plain, 2 purl rows and 2 more plain, making 12 in all. I then slipped each shoulder and the neck from the needles onto some spare cream gansey yarn, so I shouldnât impale myself in a tender spot when I come to do the frontâwhich Iâve also made a start on.
Gorse and coastline between Tongue & Strathy Point
I havenât come across any gansey patterns from SutherlandâI suppose there werenât any harbours, let alone herring down the west coastâbut I can tell you an interesting fact about the name. It means, of course, âthe south landâ, which seems odd, as itâs as far north as you can get in the UK without swimming. But it dates from the days when the Highlands were ruled by the Norse, from Orkney; and everywhere must have felt south to them.
So maybe I should start thinking of it as âPenultima ThuleââŚ
What a great read. Heroic British tourists: lol đ
Hello Gordon, nice getaway, eh? When I was married, the husband and I would walk around Hennepin Avenue and Lake Street in Minneapolis, an area known as Uptown. We had a similiar reaction-“We live here now!” Fun to recognize the same reaction.
Re: cotton grass, first seen here! very cool, you win.
smile. Marilyn
Why, thank you, Nigel (*doffs lid*).
Marilyn, of course, there’s all the other timesâwhen it’s dark, and cold, and the sleet is skimming horizontally over the fields like an incoming tactical nuclear missile strikeâMay, for exampleâand you think, Christ, why did we have to end up here?
My solution to end unemployment in Caithness by starting a cotton-harvesting business starts here! (And ends here, too, alas…)
Gordon
Always interesting to look at a map of the North Atlantic upside down. Suddenly you can see how the seaways worked, and what were the central points for trade and rule. Lovely knitting, as ever.
Freyalyn,
I have a rather fanciful notion of geography, in which I tend to think of southern countriesâItaly, Mexicoâas being like the people who live on the ground floor in blocks of flats, and have to put up with rowdy neighbours on the floor above (France, Germany, America). Then you have the countries on the topâBritain, Iceland, Canadaâwhich have the best views.
This may explain why I never got good marks in geography at school, of course…
Gordon
Have you seen the “Horrible Histories” songs on YouTube? there are several about Vikings. The Vikingland song is pretty good, but I don’t think they mention “Sutherland.”
Hi Tamar,
I’m a big fan of Horrible Histories, wish they’d had them when i was at school. But the author has astonishingly made statements in favour of closing libraries, saying they were great in Victorian times, not now, and complaining that they deprive hard-working authors (i.e., him) of income! Which is kind of disappointing.
(They’re still great, though!)
Gordon
Ew, gross. Especially since libraries don’t deprive him of income, they constitute free advertising, which lasts longer than any other kind of ad because the book stays there, unlike newspaper, magazine, tv, or even internet ads, all of which cost money. So there’s a net gain. Also, many people have bought books because they wanted to have them available 24/7 for rereading, and the library wanted the books returned. So phooey to him on that.
You can read more about it here http://www.guardian.co.uk/books/2013/feb/13/libraries-horrible-histories-terry-deary
But as ever you have to separate the artist, who is probably an ass, from the workâafter all, I’m a great admirer of the operas of Wagner and the poetry of Philip Larkin, and neither of them held views I’m especially comfortable with…
Gordon
Thank you, for the pictures from your tour, i like it so much there.
Your gansey is also beautiful.
Annalies
Hi Annalies, and thank you. The Highlands of Scotland are very beautiful – if you can catch a sunny day! That was summer – we’re into autumn now…
Gordon