10 April 2021

Lofoten – Arctic Circle Anomaly


The archipelago of Lofoten in Norway is north of the Arctic Circle.  Yet throughout the year it has temperatures which belie its position.  

This is because of the largest positive temperature anomaly in the world relative to latitude.  

It makes Lofoten an unexpected delight – its early settlers must have thought they had stumbled across an arctic paradise.

Prepare to have your breath taken away.

What they found there was a sea teeming with life and the largest deep water coral reef in the word.  There are literally millions of sea birds with many species represented, such as the sea eagle, the cormorant and the puffin.  Otter are common in the area and on the larger islands of the archipelago there are moose.

21 December 2010

Bled Island – Slovenia’s Fairy Tale Isle

Lake Bled in Slovenia has had visitors for thousands of years. Little wonder when you consider its mild climate and beautiful surroundings.  

The lake has an island, tear-shaped and the only real island in the virtually land-locked country.  

When people say that a place is like something from a fairy tale often they are exaggerating.  

Not with so Bled Island.  Formed by a glacier it is every inch worthy of that description.

The island is tiny but over the centuries people have wasted no time using virtually every square meter to one purpose or another.  In fact it has been inhabited in one shape or form since prehistory – human traces many thousands of years old have been found there.

As you can imagine the place is popular among couples seeking that romantic place in which to exchange vows.  The largest building on the island is the Church of the Assumption of Mary Pilgrimage.   Yet Bled, in the heart of Europe, has not always been Christian.

Before this it is said that the Slavic goddess of love and fertility, Ziva, had a temple here. Although this was originally a creation of the great Slovene poet France Prešeren, it is easy to imagine ancient rituals taking place here.  Archaeological work showed that the early Slavs worshipped at a pagan temple here at least a century before the first Christian worshippers arrived in the ninth century.

Traditional wooden row barges call pletna (see above) ferry people to and from the island.  More adventurous visitors can rent a boat and row themselves over. The way up to the church consists of 99 steps.  A local tradition dictates that the groom but carry his wife up these steps to the church – one can only hope that if there is a disparity in weight it is the husband who is the heavier.

As she is carried the wife must stay completely silent or bad luck will descend on their marriage.  It is tempting to make a slightly cynical comment here about the silence most likely being her last but discretion is so often the better part of valor.  Whatever must not be said here, the steps are very steep.  Grooms are advised to spend several months training in a gym before their nuptials.
The church was originally Gothic in its architecture which suited the area well.  It has a large free-standing belfry on its southern side, both of which were built in the late fifteenth century.  The first Bishop of Ljubljana, Sigmund Lamberg, consecrated the presbytery and the main altar in 1465, when Christopher Columbus would have been fourteen years old.

The church was reconstructed in 1685 in the Pre-Baroque style.  The interior dates from that period and up to one hundred years later.  Renovated in 1972 the church has four side altars, replete with wooden and black marble carvings.  The main altar is a richly gilded affair which dated from the middle of the eighteenth century.

As well as the inevitable weddings, the main feature that attracts visitors is the wishing bell - you can see someone tugging on its rope on the left of the picture above.  The bells date from the early eighteenth century. As you ring the bell, make a wish and it will be granted – or at least that is how the story has it. Of course it must be true - every fairy tale should have a happy ending after all.

18 September 2010

Really, Really Far from the Madding Crowd

If you need to get away from it all but you don’t fancy living in a cave then you may want to consider the island of Elliðaey in Iceland. As one of the Vestmannaeyjar (in English, the Westman Islands) in the South of Iceland it really doesn’t get much more isolated than this.

The island, sometimes known as Ellirey is small - .45 square kilometers to be exact but if you can get there it has a house where you can shelter from the elements. A wild guess about whether the house has internet access would probably lead to an answer in the negative.

The island is accessed via a rope on its lower east side – and you can only access the rope by boat. There are a few lonesome cattle for company on the island but your major source of company would be the thousands of sea birds that use it for a nesting site.

The island is a volcanic crater and it was formed in a large eruption about five or six thousand years ago. Since that time Puffins have used it to dig their holes and to settle down to nest but the house itself was only built in 1954.

It is thought that the island derived its name from either a ship or, more likely, a local cave called Ellirey. Local folklore maintains that the cave was used by a local maid to hide from invaders and there she raised a child.

The island is owned by a collective – even though there were once rumours that it had been gifted to Icelandic singer Bjork for her contribution to raising the profile of Icelandic culture throughout the world. It is rented out to those who wish, like some faded movie star, to be alone.

20 July 2010

The Ruins of Cumberland Island

Cumberland Island lies off the coast of Georgia and is the largest of the State’s barrier islands at just under 18 miles in length.  Virtually no one lives on the island all year round these days but at the southern end of the island you will find Dungeness, once owned by the famously rich Carnegie family.  The house is now in ruins but perhaps if you listen closely you might hear the strains of a ghostly Charlston.

There are few visitors to the island.  No bridge joins the island with the mainland and as such visitors must get there via a boat ferry.  Yet the house echoes its former glories in the way that the magnificent ruins of Rome do, somewhat eerily but with a stillness that can provoke thoughtful musings on the fleeting nature of life.  Where this mansion once housed a family of nine children and two hundred servants, only ruins remain.  Here is the story of the house they named Dungeness.

If you want a microcosm of the history of the United States, you could do worse than to study the history of Cumberland Island and the Dungeness mansion.  Wars with the British, Civil War, Emancipation, fabulous wealth and economic crashes all feature in its fascinating tale.  While only three hundred people are allowed on the island at any one time, the place is well worth a visit.

Although the current ruins do not go back so far, the origin of the name Dungeness goes back to 1733 when the English General James Oglethorpe (left) alighted there.  He founded a hunting lodge on the island (which was named after the eponymous Duke back in England) which he named after a headland in the English county of Kent.



After the English defeated the Spanish in 1742 the need for the island as a strategic point of defense became redundant and now no trace of the lodge or the associated forts survive.    Nathaniel Greene (left) bought land on the island in 1783 in order to harvest its oak tree but he expired only three years later.  It was his wife who on her remarriage ten years later built the first mansion, named nostalgically after Oglethorpe’s hunting lodge.

Coincidentally, the British used the mansion as their headquarters during the three years of the War of 1812.  Although the war was very much prompted by the actions of the British on their arrival on Cumberland Island they promptly freed all of the slaves who lived there. When the British left you can guess what happened.  Records of 1846 show that there were over 400 slaves living on the island as well as 36 white people.

Slavery ended after the end of the Civil War and like many plantation owners the descendents of the Greenes found that it was no longer profitable when they had to pay wages.  The family moved and Dungeness was left to its own devices.  It burned to the ground in 1866.  This, unfortunately, would not be the last time that this fate would befall a house built on this spot.

Thomas M Carnegie (seen on the left with his older, more famous brother Andrew) and his wife Lucy bought land and started to build a new Dungeness in 1884.  It was inspired by castles that the couple had seen in Scotland and although Thomas never saw it finished (like the unfortunate Mr Greene he died before it was finished) his wife lived in Dungeness with his huge brood of nine children for many years.  When complete, it must have been (after her family of course) her pride and joy.

Yet only decades later, this is all that would remain.


As well as the fifty nine rooms there were swimming pools, a golf course and many other small buildings in which lived their 200 plus servants. The last recorded use of the Dungeness mansion was in 1929 when one of Lucy’s daughters tied the knot there. So started the road to ruim, as it were.  Outbuildings were left to their own devices.

1929 – and all that.  The Great Depression meant the end of the Carnegies on the island although they continued to own it, the left it vacant.  Then, one night in 1959 a disgruntled poacher who had been shot in the leg by the housekeeper for trespass purportedly burned the house to the ground. Since then the mansion and surrounding buildings and quarters have slowly gone the way of all things.

Even the cars have been left to rust where they were last parked.

So the ruins stand to this day, testament to a long and colorful history.  Descendents of the original families still live or holiday on this island to this day but there has never been any attempt to rebuild Dungeness.  Perhaps its history is a little too littered with misfortune for anyone to countenance such a proposition.

Read the blog of a Cumberland Island resident - The Cumberland Island Quilt Chick (great name for a blog)


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Additional Image Credits
Oglethorpe - Wikimedia
Nathaniel Greene
Thomas M Carnegie