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Caithness is in the very Far North of Scotland. Caithness is as far North as you can you go on the Scottish mainland and offers stunning views of Orkney.
The county is fringed to the north and east by dramatic coastal scenery and is home to large colonies of seabirds Including the beautiful Puffins who come back to mate each year.
The surrounding waters of the Pentland Firth and the North sea hold a great diversity of marine life and if your lucky you may spot a Killer Whale or two casually swimming along the coast.
Beyond the coast, the landscape is dominated by open moorland and blanket bog known as the Flow Country which is the largest expanse of blanket bog in Europe, extending into Sutherland.
Morven, the highest peak in the county at 706 m (2,316 ft).
Caithness has rich mystical history, the county is speckled with an abundance of historical places to visit, each with it's own story or tale to tell.
The Legend of the Grey Cairns of Camster…
In the windswept, heather-clad hills of Caithness, where the land meets the sky in a rugged embrace, stand the ancient Grey Cairns of Camster. These solemn, stone monuments are among the oldest and most well-preserved Neolithic chambered cairns in all of Scotland. But beyond their archaeological significance, they are steeped in a rich tapestry of legend and folklore, whispered through the ages by the people of the land.
Long before the dawn of recorded history, when the world was young and untamed, it is said that giants roamed the Highlands. These colossal beings, born of the earth itself, possessed immense strength and wisdom. Among them was Camster, a giant of great renown, whose name would echo down through the centuries.
Camster and his kin were not mere brutes but beings of profound knowledge, guardians of the ancient mysteries of the land. They understood the rhythms of the earth, the cycles of the moon, and the secrets of the stars. It was with this deep understanding that they built the cairns, vast structures of stone that served as more than mere tombs. These cairns were sacred sites, places of ritual and worship where the giants could commune with the forces of nature and the spirits of their ancestors.
The Grey Cairns of Camster, in particular, were said to be the resting place of the most revered giants, including Camster himself. Constructed with painstaking care, each stone was laid with purpose, infused with the energy of the earth and the wisdom of the ages. The cairns were aligned with celestial events, such as the solstices and equinoxes, marking the passage of time and the eternal cycle of life and death.
As the giants passed into legend, their monumental works remained, standing as silent sentinels over the landscape. But the stories did not die with them. The people of Caithness spoke of nights when the veil between the worlds grew thin, and the spirits of the giants would rise from their ancient slumber.
On such nights, especially when the moon hung full and bright in the sky, locals would claim to see shadows moving among the stones. The towering figures of the giants, ghostly and ethereal, were said to wander the cairns, their deep voices carried on the wind like the low rumble of distant thunder. These spectral giants were not to be feared, for they were the guardians of the land, watching over the people who lived in their shadow.
Some believed that those who ventured to the Grey Cairns during these mystical nights could hear the ancient giants whispering secrets of the earth and sky. The boldest among them would leave offerings at the cairns—simple gifts of food, drink, or flowers—as tokens of respect and reverence, hoping to gain the favour of the spirits and the wisdom of the ancients.
Even today, the Grey Cairns of Camster continue to captivate the imagination of those who visit. Whether one believes in the old legends or not, there is an undeniable sense of presence at the cairns, as if the stones themselves are alive with the memory of the giants who built them. As the wind whistles through the gaps in the stone, and the shadows lengthen in the moonlight, it is easy to see why these ancient monuments have inspired such enduring tales.
The legend of the Grey Cairns is more than a story—it is a connection to a distant past, a reminder of the mysteries that still linger in the land, and a tribute to the giants whose spirits are said to walk among the stones, watching over the Highlands for all eternity.
Sources: ancient Scotland, Mckays hotel, Scottish ancestry
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The original castle c.1660, which was built on 12th century earthworks was itself, largely replaced by the castellated mansion that still dominates the skyline as a ruin. Its position gave it marvellous views over Thurso Bay. The replacement was built 1872 – 1878 by Sir Tollemache Sinclair and designed by David Smith who it is believed was also responsible for the Gatehouse. The 1660 castle was actually the home of the old Earls of Caithness.
You can still make out the tower today and therefore gain an impression of the hight and size of the building. The tower was 8 floors and 100 feet high but the foundations were only made for taking a tower 40 feet high therefore it was never going to last. By 1914 the tower had already started to lean and it was evacuated. Then a sea mine was washed ashore exploding, and blowing out some of the windows. Although it was thought no structural damage was done.
Unfortunately there was a fire, and in 1951 the castle was abandoned and the following year, 1952, parts of the castle had to be demolished and the roof was removed, to leave the remains that you see today. The ruins are not open to the public, but you can get a good view from the harbour.
Source: echoes from the past
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Harald’s Tower or Harrold’s Tomb) was built by Sir John Sinclair of Ulbster (1754-1835).
When remodelling his estate at East Thurso he dismantled a chapel that was said to contain the burial place of Earl Harold of Caithness who died around 1190.
The minister of nearby Reay, Alexander Pope, was also an ‘eccentric antiquary’ and wrote to Sir John in the name of Earl Harold, begging that Sir John protect his remains. Sir John took this in good humour and built this monument on the site of the chapel.
Retaining the upper hand he added a plaque claiming it was THE BURIAL PLACE OF THE SINCLAIRS OF ULBSTER.
An exact year for the building is not recorded, but the Revd Pope announced it was imminent in a work published in 1776 so it was likely soon after that date.
The derelict tower guarding the flanks of Clardon Hill, east of Thurso marks the grave of one of the two adversaries who, in 1196, met in a classic encounter of good against evil.
On one side was the wicked Harold Maddadson, known as ‘Harold the Elder’. The son of the infamous Countess of Athole, by way of his extraordinary cruelty and tyranny, he was a perfect scourge to Caithness. Ranged against him was the local Harald Ungi, ‘Harald the Younger’, grandson of Earl Ronald, one of the founders of Kirkwall Cathedral. To cut a very long story short, Harald the Young was killed in battle and was buried near to where he fell. The locals made a shrine of the grave and the shrine became a chapel, but eventually this fell into disrepair. It lay derelict until Sir John Sinclair, at the suggestion of a Rev. Alexander, erected a tower over the site. Sadly this too now lies boarded up and forlorn.
Sources: Echoes of the Past & Undiscovered Scotland.
Artist Unknown
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Summer Nights in Caithness
In Caithness, where the wild winds sing,
Summer nights bring a gentle ring.
The sun dips low but never gone,
A golden glow from dusk till dawn.
Heather-clad hills in purple hue,
Whisper secrets to the dew.
Oceans dance with a silvered gleam,
Reflecting twilight's softened beam.
Fields of barley sway and bend,
To the murmuring breeze, their friend.
Stone circles ancient, standing tall,
Silent watchers over all.
Lochs mirror skies of endless blue,
While distant peaks fade from view.
Larks' song fills the cooling air,
A melody beyond compare.
On cliffs where seabirds nest and cry,
Echoes blend with the lullaby.
Beneath a sky that never darks,
The heart of Caithness brightly sparks.
Sheep roam free on endless moor,
As stars emerge, just a few, no more.
In this land where time stands still,
Magic lingers, ever will.
Summer nights in Caithness fair,
A timeless beauty, rare and rare.
Hold this moment, soft and bright,
A symphony of endless light.
By Kerry Montgomery
🖤💜The Wizard Of Reay 💜🖤
The Wizard of Reay, also known as Donald MacKay is a dark sorcerer from Scottish folklore and he is sometimes considered more clever than Satan himself.
As with many of the tales that originate in Caithness there are many different versions of events however I thought since it is almost Halloween we would go with the creepiest version of The Wizard of Reay!
The Wizard of Reay was a very cunning man and unlike other sorcerers, he used a combination of dark magic and wits to get out of peril.
The Wizard could pass himself off as a dignified nobleman yet underneath this was a bloodlust and a cruel dark soul, which the Devil obviously saw as worthy of belonging to him.
It is said The Wizard of Reay studied dark sorcery in Italy, under the skillful tutelage of the Devil himself. When his exams were over and it was time to go, the Wizard rose with the other students, and Satan tried to grab the Wizard's soul for his own. But the Wizard was far too quick for him, he saw Satan's plan and ran for it, yelling "The Devil take the hindmost!" and Satan only grabbed the Wizard's shadow. From that day on, the Wizard was without a shadow, and Satan was eager to grab the rest of him.
The Devil tried numerous times to grab the Wizard's soul:
Once, the Wizard of Reay was on a midnight hike in the cave with his dog familiar, when suddenly the hound ran off onto another part of the cave. Suddenly, there was an explosion and a singeing smell, and the dog ran back in squealing without any hair left on it. The cunning Wizard knew that Satan was waiting nearby to claim his soul, so the Wizard only escaped because dawn broke and the Devil fled the light. Another version says the Devil was accompanied by two witches, apparently the Smoo Cave has three holes in its roof, said to be made by the Devil and his hags when they flew back to Hell.
Meanwhile, the Wizard of Reay made up a name for himself by kidnapping, robbing, torturing and then drowning numerous people in his region of Scotland. He passed himself off as a respectable figure and thus he got away with it - but he was deeply barbaric, sadistic and cruel under his guise.
Another time, the Wizard of Reay was out walking again in Smoo Cave when suddenly he came upon a little wooden box on a rock. Curious, the Wizard opened it, and suddenly a little man popped out. Soon the small man began to grow, larger and larger, until the terrifying form of Satan stood before him. The arrogant Devil demanded the Wizard's opinion of his trick. The Wizard said it was all good if Satan could come out of the box, but what about going back in? The Devil was too vain to ignore this, and showed off his power by shrinking once more into a tiny figurine. The Wizard of Reay cunningly picked up Satan and tossed him back into his box, locking it tight, trapping the foolish Devil and saving his soul yet again.
The next time you are out late at night wandering the outlaying villages of Caithness those footsteps behind you could very well be the ghost of the Wizard of Reay as it is said he still haunts the long narrow dark roads looking for victims!
Sources: Scottish villains
🦭💌🦭 The Caithness Selkie 🦭💌🦭
In Caithness where the heather blooms,
And ocean whispers ancient runes,
There dwells a tale of ocean's grace,
Of selkies in their mystic place.
On moonlit nights by rocky shore,
A seal emerges, something more,
Its eyes hold depths of untold tales,
Of starry skies and whispering gales.
A graceful shift, a silken glide,
The seal transforms, her skin aside,
A maiden fair with raven hair,
And eyes that mirror ocean’s stare.
Her laughter, like the silver spray,
Enchants the hearts, leads them astray,
Yet fleeting is her time on land,
A secret kept in shifting sand.
For she must don her seal-skin cloak,
Before the dawn’s first tender stroke,
To dive beneath the wave’s embrace,
And vanish to her hidden place.
But legends speak of love so true,
That binds the sea with skies of blue,
A fisherman, with heart of gold,
Once found her on the shores so cold.
He hid her seal-skin, kept it near,
To hold her close, to keep her dear,
But love, it cannot cage the free,
Nor bind the soul that longs for sea.
In time, she found her skin once more,
And with a kiss, returned to shore,
Yet in his dreams, he hears her song,
A melody that lingers long.
For in the heart of Caithness wild,
The selkie's spirit, ocean’s child,
Still dances in the waves so deep,
And in our souls, her secrets keep.
Artist Unknown
written by Kerry Montgomery
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The Castle of Mey was perhaps best known as the holiday home of Queen Elizabeth the Queen Mother, who purchased it in 1952 after the death of her husband King George VI. She restored it to its former glory, even giving it back its original name. She made regular visits to the castle in August and October from 1955 to 2001. Her last visit was in October 2001, and she died in March 2002.
By 1996, the Castle had been made over to the Queen Elizabeth Castle of Mey Trust, which opened the castle and the gardens to the public after her death. It is now open from 1 May until 30 September every year, except for ten days in July/August when the Duke and Duchess of Rothesay stay there.
During the summer months, the tour guides leading visitors around the castle, often tell the story of the ghost that haunts the castle.
The story goes that Lady Fanny Sinclair, the only daughter of the 14th Earl of Caithness, haunts the upper floor of the castle. Lady Fanny had fallen in love with a young stable hand, and they became secret lovers. Her father found out and supposedly banished the young man and legend has it that Lady Fanny sat by her bedroom window waiting for him to come back and when he failed to return Lady Fanny supposedly threw herself out the window.
Another story goes that the couple managed to elope, but they were caught and Lady Fanny was forcibly locked in a bedroom on the top floor. The result remains the same; Lady Fanny throws herself from the window.
Visitors have reported feeling the presence of what is now called ‘The Green Lady’ and they say door shut and lights switch off for no apparent reason. Some of the staff are wary of going up the top floor of the Castle, where Lady Fanny supposedly jumped from her window. Though the exact story is still debated, it should be noted that one window on the top floor is now bricked up, quite curious!
Sources Royal Central, Scottish Castles.
The Caithness Witch
In Caithness where the wild winds roar,
And the North Sea’s waves crash on the shore,
There lived a witch of ancient lore,
In a forest deep, her magic store.
Her eyes were like the midnight sky,
Her voice a whisper, a haunting sigh,
With herbs and chants, she’d prophesy,
Beneath the moon’s all-seeing eye.
The village folk would fear her name,
Yet in their hearts, they knew her flame,
For when despair and sorrow came,
To her they’d run, their fears to tame.
A healer’s touch, a seer’s sight,
She wove her spells in the dead of night,
With cauldron’s brew and candles bright,
She turned the darkness into light.
Yet power’s price is never small,
Her life entwined with nature’s call,
In shadows deep, she stood so tall,
A guardian against the fall.
In dreams she saw the future’s face,
In past and present found her place,
The Witch of Caithness, full of grace,
Bound by magic’s tight embrace.
So if you wander Caithness way,
And hear the wind through branches sway,
Remember her, the witch they say,
Who keeps the night and holds the day.
Artist Unknown
Original poem by Kerry Montgomery
🙏🏻 The Healing Powers of St John’s Lough 🙏🏻
Legend has it the water at St John’s Lough, Caithness, contain the magical power of healing.
For hundreds of years it was believed to work and perhaps it did, and perhaps it still does work but only if you believe in it.
Your illness must be chronic, of body or mind - no use seeking help for a broken leg. 🤦♀️
You must go to the loch on the first Monday of a summer month, and arrive there at gloaming.
Bathe in the loch, give it an offering of money, walk round it clockwise and be gone before sunrise.
Fail to do any of these, and the influence of the healing waters will not work.
Today, the loch is better known as an unique bird reserve and for it’s abundance of trout, making it a wildlife enthusiasts paradise rather than for healing leprosy or those stricken with the palsy.
At the moment the Lough is closed to all human visitors due to an outbreak of aviation flu.
St John's Loch is situated near the village of Dunnet some 8 miles East of Thurso in the County of Caithness, the Lough can be viewed from the roadside heading from Dunnet Bay towards the small hamlet of Mey.
Source: The Northern Highlands
🔥 The Devil’s Stone 🔥
The split stone sits at the side of the road a mile from Melvich at Drumholliston. It marks the ancient boundary between Caithness and Sutherland.
There are several legends and stories as to why the stone was split by the Devil however, my favourite comes from a book entitled ‘Tales From The North Coast’ written by Alan Temperley…
To summarise the story:
“One dark evening, a woman returning across the moor from Reay realised she was being followed and started to run for Melvich, she stopped at the stone, which was still whole, and turned to see that she was being pursued by the Devil. Around the stone she ran, trying to evade capture, so terrified was she that the devil could not catch her. In frustration, he raised his staff and split the stone asunder with a bolt of lightning. By the time the smoke had cleared, the woman was already too far away to catch.”
Many locals (including us) toot their car horn every time they pass the Devil’s Stone so the Devil won’t follow them home 🏡
Achavanich Standing Stones:
Set on a low rise above the south western tip of Loch Stemster is a peculiar setting of standing stones. The stones are unusual in several ways; the setting is not a circle. Rather, it describes a horseshoe shape, like the letter U. Another oddity is that the narrow side of each stone aligns with the centre of the U.
Thirty five stones can be seen standing, with another six fallen, and there is always the possibility that there were originally more stones. The tallest is about two metres high, with an average height around 1.5 metres. There is what may be a slight bank on the southwest side, suggesting an enclosure.
The Achavanich Stones are turned 90 degrees to face along the stone row. The axes of the stone setting are aligned roughly northwest to southeast. The south-east end of the elongated oval is open, and there is no evidence to suggest that it was ever closed. The stones were erected roughly 4000 years ago. That makes them comparative newcomers compared to a 5000-year-old burial mound that can clearly be seen a short distance to the south.
Remains of cremated bones have been found at Achavanich, with some Historian's suggesting the stones housed ritual practices of some kind.
Near the standing stones, at Achavanich, the remains of a woman were found that was eventually carbon dated to 2400 BC.
To mark Summer Solstice 'I along with a group of women gathered together at the Achvanich Stones led by Lisa from the 'Soul Sister Tribe'.
We shared in an evening of music, mediation, movement and healing. The stones may have granted us permission to gather and give thanks to nature and the abundance of wealth it holds but the midges did not! The midges were merciless despite the vast plumes of earthy smelling smoke coming from incense sticks. The evening was a truly cathartic experience with one participant noting that when she opened her eyes she realised she was now inside in the circle...
Directions:
Half way across the Causewaymire is the turning to Lybster, follow this road a short way to the car parking area.
The road is signed to Lybster and there is a prominent, two- storey white house on the left hand side just beyond the junction. Drive up the road for about ½ a mile. You will pass the entrance to the track and Loch Stemster on your left hand side and then come to the lay-by where you park, also on your left hand side.
The lay by is next to the Achavanich stone circle and some of the upright standing stones can be seen immediately on the other side of the wire fence, close to the road.
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(Sources Express Britain, Scotland Guide)
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