Faroe ro Wick
Pay a huge fee at Faroe airport, the second largest on the trip and head off past the islands to the south east. Amazing pieces of rock with solitary buildings and settlements. One such island is just rock with grass on top and sheer cliffs all around, on this lone bastion sheep graze among the fenced 70 degree slopes.
Mid way through the crossing we lose all radio contact and relay our position with N104GH, two guys flying a SR22 who I met over dinner in Reykjavik.
After 1 hr and 53 mins we pass the Orkneys on our left, still with no radio contact. We have been in the Scottish FIR now for sometime, yet we haven't spoken to anyone.
Our first contact is with Wick. On approaching Wick, which by the way is pretty windy we fly over the castle hotel that we will be staying in tonight, the Ackergill Tower. A big grey granite house / Castle as you would expect in these parts set near the coast and among manicured lawns.
At the airport we meet the two guys flying the SR22, they are off further south tomorrow and will be staying in Wick tonight, unfortunately for them at different hotels / accommodation since Wick is fully booked.
To get to the Ackergill Tower we have to fly from the airport and land opposite the front entrance, where we are met by the Hotel Manager. The Manager greets us and lets us pack up and take photos before showing us to our rooms. Rooms is a bit of an understatement since we are staying in the six (maybe more plus) roomed beach house; there are no rooms available in the main tower. So we have the beach house to ourselves.
After relaxing I head to dinner and meet the other guests staying at the hotel and dazzle them with our exploits. The other guest are from down south (not much choice really) and are here for a wedding.
Our first contact is with Wick. On approaching Wick, which by the way is pretty windy we fly over the castle hotel that we will be staying in tonight, the Ackergill Tower. A big grey granite house / Castle as you would expect in these parts set near the coast and among manicured lawns.
At the airport we meet the two guys flying the SR22, they are off further south tomorrow and will be staying in Wick tonight, unfortunately for them at different hotels / accommodation since Wick is fully booked.
To get to the Ackergill Tower we have to fly from the airport and land opposite the front entrance, where we are met by the Hotel Manager. The Manager greets us and lets us pack up and take photos before showing us to our rooms. Rooms is a bit of an understatement since we are staying in the six (maybe more plus) roomed beach house; there are no rooms available in the main tower. So we have the beach house to ourselves.
After relaxing I head to dinner and meet the other guests staying at the hotel and dazzle them with our exploits. The other guest are from down south (not much choice really) and are here for a wedding.
Dinner consists of a lovely steak (Andrew was correct, it was very good). After dinner I leave Peter to his own devices (literally) and heads into see what Wick has to offer. Not a lot it would seem, the two pubs that I was recommend turned out to be scant affairs (very working man club affairs). Still the Guinnes was once again good and went down well before heading back to the Beach House for a good nights sleep. Well actually before I headed to bed I met up with the other guest for a wee night cap.
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