Wick has been on my agenda for some time, almost five years to be precise, ever since my Highland Railways post from February 2013. The ScotRail Club 55 discounted price has expired but with enough forward planning, you can still go a very long distance for not very much – in this instance, from Hexham to Wick and back for £66, a journey not too far shy of 1000 miles.
I set off with some trepidation – Wick and I have form. Back in the summer of 1987 I flew there from Edinburgh on a business trip. It is one of those airports that is disconcertingly close to the sea. For the last half mile approach, there is the distinct impression that the plane is about to do a Captain Sully on the Hudson. As it turned out, it wasn’t the landing that was the problem but the take-off a few days later. Around 15:00 on a Friday afternoon, Loganair unceremoniously cancelled the return flight and left me stranded.
Taking to the railways was also full of uncertainties – the Far North Line, from Inverness to Wick, has a well documented poor reliability record. Aging rolling stock and a single track with insufficient passing loops means that disruption to one service snowballs across the rest. The occasional thump of shrubbery against windows also testifies to poor trackside maintenance. I need not have worried. All seven of the connecting services over four days ran exactly to time, the Inverness to Wick sections included.
The problem with the Far North Line runs much deeper than reliability. Travel by car from Wick to Inverness and under normal circumstances it will take about two and half hours. Travel by rail and it takes over four. It is all down to geography. The line takes the long route around three firths: Beauly, Cromarty and Dornie such that the distance by rail is roughly twice that of a well trained crow on a still day. All three firths are crossed by road bridges with no accommodation for rail.
At least these rail routes to the heads of the firths take in modest areas of population. This is not the case north of Helmsdale where the line wanders inland to avoid the major civil engineering challenge and associated cost of constructing a line over the Ord of Caithness. The consequence of this 19th century decision is that the line travels remarkable distances to go to the very epicentre of the middle of nowhere. For the idle rail enthusiast with no desire other than to observe the empty majesty of the Flow Country, this is heaven. For the good people of Wick and Thurso and a commercial enterprise dependent on attracting passenger traffic, it is not what the doctor ordered. To have survived post Beeching is a minor miracle. I am just grateful it has and with the support of the Friends of the Far North Line, I trust it always will.
An overnight stay provided the opportunity for only the briefest impressions of Wick. Seen in a dull, clouded January light, it is a monochrome austere town. There is no graffiti, no primary colours and no evidence of the too-familiar chain stores. This creates an air of independence and self-reliance. Grey stone and grey pebble-dash is contrasted by brown woodwork; individuality is expressed by the shade of brown wood stain. Everywhere there is solid 19th century architecture which will outlive its original purpose; the place has a curious magnificence.
It also seems prosperous – there is major construction work down by the harbour whilst oil rig support vessels are moored to the quayside alongside modern fishing boats, although nothing like the herring fleet numbers that crowded these waters in the 1800s. In the busy harbourside cafe, Wickers World, the preferred choice of dress is hi-viz and hard hat. If ownership of German SUVs is a reliable indicator of general prosperity, then the people of Wick are doing just fine. This is a collection of images taken on the evening of my arrival and the morning of my departure. Before too long I will return – by car and with golf clubs. The links course, three miles north of the town, is just too tempting.
In 1651 Cromwell’s Army formed an encampment before moving on to invade Sinclair and Girnigoe Castles. This area of the town is called The Camps. Temperance (Scotland) Act closed all licenced premises in Wick for 25 years from 28th of May 1922 until 28th May 1947, with the Camps Bar being the first to open its doors.
… No sooner has the sun,
Swung clear above the earth’s rim than it is gone.
We live as gleaners of its vestiges.
Damon’s Lament for His Clorinda, Yorkshire, 1654
Geoffrey Hill – 1978
Travelling by train, particularly on the near-empty carriages of the Far North Line, is one of the most relaxing modes of transport devised by man, with or without the clickety-clack of sleep-inducing rail expansion gaps. However, there is mild frustration for the photographer – a fine landscape is only visible through mucky windows which reflect the carriage lights. This is the near-best moving image I could manage – a video of the Inverness to Edinburgh line heading south on the final day:
(dig around on this site and you may find various tweeted phone images from the same journey).
Thanks for letting me tag along, Robin. I really like the shot of the lifeboat station and the last one of the sunset. I even watched the video, something I don’t often do. I thought it came out quite well. I haven’t traveled by train for ages (much more common to do so in Europe than in the States) except for local trains into the city (Chicago) from our suburb. I thought the B&W worked really well for sharing the atmosphere of Wick.
Thanks Janet – as ever, good to have you along for the ride.
I’m with Janet on this one!
Thanks Sue – thoroughly recommend that journey, always assuming you aren’t in a hurry 😉
Train travel is rarely the fastest mode of transport to anywhere, anymore , but it’s still my favorite. Except for the grimy windows, as you mentioned. Wick seems like it’s at the end of the world. I love the austere photos. Like it’s trapped in the 1960s. Thanks for the Saturday morning voyage. 🙂
Glad you enjoyed the Saturday morning trip 😉 Wick as the end of the world is a good analogy – Peter Davidson would approve. I took his “The Idea of North” as company – the perfect travelling companion for this journey – I recommend: