Wideford and Cuween Hills

We spent one morning finding holes for John to climb in and out of! The cairn half way up Wideford Hill is a communal tomb dating back to 3000 BC. There’s a box with a torch to help you down the ladder, but I didn’t like the idea of that trapdoor accidentally closing over me so stayed outside. Our intrepid explorer had no such worries:
It’s not a very pleasant climb from the tomb to the top of the hill – lots of stumbling over huge clumps of heather – but the views are rewarding. It’s interesting that the hill was part of an ancient communication system – the site of one of a chain of beacons which would be lit to warn of attacks – and serves a similar function today (well, communication not the attacks). The engineer took a great interest in the different antennae at the radio transmitting station. I continued to enjoy the views.
At the other side of Bay of Firth is Cuween Hill with another Neolithic chambered cairn. Again, I declined to enter – too low!
As we approached the hill, it had looked as though there were standing stones on the top. This seemed odd as we knew there weren’t any – it turned out to be a large number of modern cairns built behind the tomb. Who made them and why are they there? I have no idea – I can’t find an explanation online (though admittedly, I haven’t spent too long looking) or in any of the guidebooks.
In my next Orkney post I terrify myself with memories of 19 years ago.

oh he looks so happy down there!
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Never happier than when scrambling about in mucky holes. He used to be a potholer.
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Explains so much . . as you say though rather him than us 😉
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I did go down a few potholes when we first met. Dreadful experiences!
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ahh young love, the things we do!!!
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Madness!
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Oh, come on, Anabel. How could you pass on the opportunity to visit a tomb? And a 5000 years old one!
That’s disgraceful!!!
😉
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Dodgy knees? Claustrophobia? But I know, it is a bit of a failure!
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I like to be out where I can see the sun, should there be any, Anabel, but each to his own. 🙂 He’s handy with a camera.
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He has his uses! Including scouting out unpleasant holes in the ground so I don’t have to.
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Breathtakingly beautiful. I would go at least a few steps down and close my eyes, try to imagine it all those years back. Not sure I’d make it all the way down. 🙂 Looks amazing.
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I would have done that once, but I’m not brave enough any more! Too dark, too low.
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Ah those empty beaches- looks like Guernsey this afternoon- the wind would blow your head off!!
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Ha, ha – that’s about it!
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What a gorgeous area!! I would want to stay there for a couple of days just to feel the clean air and see that green. Lovely.
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It is lovely – I’m sure you’d love it ( but bring warm clothes!)
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Hahaha – you write so funny Anabel — finding holes for your hubby to climb in an out of:-) 🙂 That’s an amazing scenery
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I try to keep him amused!
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I would be tempted to go into those holes and see what is around if my joints allow me. Your hubby is quite the explorer. Now you cued my interest in what happened 19 yrs ago:)
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It doesn’t involve going down a hole. Quite the opposite!
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What a beautiful place. LOL @ John climbing in and and out of holes. The out part would be the most important for me. 🙂
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🙂 He was in his element!
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Your husband is a brave man. I get claustrophobic just looking at the pics! I would definitely stay out to enjoy the views.
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I can’t believe I went down those holes last time. I have changed!
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That place looks gorgeous. I can’t blame you for not wanting to go inside something like that; enjoy the view out in the fresh air!
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Fresh air and a view of the sky for me any time!
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Nice blog and beautiful pics.
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Thank you!
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Goodness that husband of yours does like his holes! I’m with you, I prefer to stay where I can see the sky! Having just done an uncomfortable hike on the Stiperstones I can empathise with the heather issue, although mine was rocks and heather. I was thinking how inaccessible a lot of our hikes are for people who aren’t fully mobile, even young children.
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He was a caver when I met him. Nuff said! I hate tussocks of any kind.
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