Klanky
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Onto Yell, again the weather was crap - but I had to take a photie of this place, it really should have a sign up as the area (on the OS map) is called 'Poverty'
So then onto Unst for me Mum and dads hoose and bath/food/blether/beer/bed.
I was only up for a couple of days, so the next day showing a little more promise weatherwise, i went back on the ferr (free) from Unst to Yell to explore a promising looking track on the map.
The track peeled off the main road at Basta Voe and then continued for 4 miles through an empty landscape...not even a sheep was spotted....until it gets to Cullivoe on the North end of Yell.
Bloody great fun, it appears that this used to be an old main road which had fallen into disuse some years ago, it was obviously still used by 4x4's but nobody else.
The next view is looking North to Cullivoe and the Island of Unst. Note the completely overgrown 'Passing Place'
My boots had developed some serious leaks the day before, so i'd gaffa taped them up to avoid any water ingress...
Bloody waste of time, as I turned at the North end of the track and hammered back down it as fast as I dare with deep puddle water rocketing up the inside of my waterproof troosers and then topping up my boots. Excellent fun.
And I didn't see a soul.
Bavck over to Unst (and the mist) for a couple of challenges. At Norwick Bay there is a section of road leading up to Skaw (most Northerly House in the UK) that is subsiding into the sea (off a cliff), the last time I was there it was passable on a motorbike....so it had to be done......like ****....
It's deteriorated somewhat since my last visit.....I'd parked my bike at the top (there's a bypass road up there) and walked down to suss out the conditions.....
I was crapping myself walking down there, such a strange feeling, like walking on thin ice. I kept well to the landward side and was ready to leg it straight up the hillside at the slightest noise... big jessie that I am.
So onwards (via the jessies route) to Lamba Ness and the site of a WW2 radar installation. Some of the big bunkers and the bases of the masts are still there but the weather closed in again before I got chance to snap more than one photie:
My main reason for the rideout in shite weather was to get my bike as far North in the UK as it is possible to go on a road or track.
Unfortunately, the most Northerly track is at Saxa Vord..an RAF EW station. I would have to dodge guns, dogs, thermal imaging gear, heat seeking suppositeries and the MOD Police.
The weather closed in that badly that I missed my turnoff for the 'most Northerly' track leading up to the mast cluster I needed to head for and ended up at the entrance to the main compound...
Grim......
So I backtracked and just managed to spot the gravel track off to one side ony to fine....bugger...a locked barrier.....
...which won't stop a GS if there's a 4 foot gap just to the side of the barrier...
About a mile and a half of rough gravel in zero viz...and there it was...the 'most Northerly' of all the 'most Northerly' things in the Blitish Isles...tadaaaaaaaah!:
That's it, you can't get any further North on road than that in the UK. Impressive eh?
So don't ever complain about John O'Groats being feckin' grim - you haven't lived until you've been up here in shite weather.
Pity really, as I was hoping to get some good photies of Muckle Flugga and Hermaness, but there y'go.
BTW, the base has closed down...so no military feathers were really that ruffled by my 'insurgency'.
So then onto Unst for me Mum and dads hoose and bath/food/blether/beer/bed.
I was only up for a couple of days, so the next day showing a little more promise weatherwise, i went back on the ferr (free) from Unst to Yell to explore a promising looking track on the map.
The track peeled off the main road at Basta Voe and then continued for 4 miles through an empty landscape...not even a sheep was spotted....until it gets to Cullivoe on the North end of Yell.
Bloody great fun, it appears that this used to be an old main road which had fallen into disuse some years ago, it was obviously still used by 4x4's but nobody else.
The next view is looking North to Cullivoe and the Island of Unst. Note the completely overgrown 'Passing Place'

My boots had developed some serious leaks the day before, so i'd gaffa taped them up to avoid any water ingress...
Bloody waste of time, as I turned at the North end of the track and hammered back down it as fast as I dare with deep puddle water rocketing up the inside of my waterproof troosers and then topping up my boots. Excellent fun.
And I didn't see a soul.Bavck over to Unst (and the mist) for a couple of challenges. At Norwick Bay there is a section of road leading up to Skaw (most Northerly House in the UK) that is subsiding into the sea (off a cliff), the last time I was there it was passable on a motorbike....so it had to be done......like ****....
It's deteriorated somewhat since my last visit.....I'd parked my bike at the top (there's a bypass road up there) and walked down to suss out the conditions.....
I was crapping myself walking down there, such a strange feeling, like walking on thin ice. I kept well to the landward side and was ready to leg it straight up the hillside at the slightest noise... big jessie that I am.
So onwards (via the jessies route) to Lamba Ness and the site of a WW2 radar installation. Some of the big bunkers and the bases of the masts are still there but the weather closed in again before I got chance to snap more than one photie:
My main reason for the rideout in shite weather was to get my bike as far North in the UK as it is possible to go on a road or track.
Unfortunately, the most Northerly track is at Saxa Vord..an RAF EW station. I would have to dodge guns, dogs, thermal imaging gear, heat seeking suppositeries and the MOD Police.
The weather closed in that badly that I missed my turnoff for the 'most Northerly' track leading up to the mast cluster I needed to head for and ended up at the entrance to the main compound...
Grim......
So I backtracked and just managed to spot the gravel track off to one side ony to fine....bugger...a locked barrier.....

...which won't stop a GS if there's a 4 foot gap just to the side of the barrier...

About a mile and a half of rough gravel in zero viz...and there it was...the 'most Northerly' of all the 'most Northerly' things in the Blitish Isles...tadaaaaaaaah!:
That's it, you can't get any further North on road than that in the UK. Impressive eh?
So don't ever complain about John O'Groats being feckin' grim - you haven't lived until you've been up here in shite weather.
Pity really, as I was hoping to get some good photies of Muckle Flugga and Hermaness, but there y'go.
BTW, the base has closed down...so no military feathers were really that ruffled by my 'insurgency'.

