I took the precaution of booking tickets in advance just in case but needn't have worried -plenty of room on the giant Scrabster ferry. I had parked here before but had to be reminded of the slightly bizarre ten pounds for any part of a week charge and couldn't quite persuade myself to believe the locals who assured me that on street parking restrictions are never enforced so into the tenner car park it was.
I had also debated over whether to hire a bicycle or order a taxi to help reduce the knee burden and phoned Clark's taxis en route. Seven pounds sounded reasonable for a trip from Moaness to Rackwick Bay so we agreed to meet at 4.30pm. Also cycling even for only five miles might have been a bit much for me on a warm afternoon and it costs at least ten pounds per day to hire a bike. Maybe next time.
Fantastic views of the Hoy cliffs on the way round to Stromness and a pleasant enough hour spent wandering around the town with free art exhibitions to view.
Got to Hoy and found that I was to join a group going over to Rackwick where I was only charged three pounds, presumably because I was now part of a group. I also noted from the taxi driver that the Burnmouth bothy was now open; a possible option for the night, the alternative plan being to kip in a survival bag on a carry mat near the beach.
The burn crossing that had put me off in March was now easily negotiated via stepping stones and the rest of the way along the dunes was easy going though my knee was reminding me a little bit that it wasn't quite right. Got a bit rougher after cutting inland but then got easier but steep once onto the second and second steepest path up. That path petered out at the flatter area above and I was then able to double back across the grassy hillside to reach Craig Gate. By this point my knee seemed to have settled and didn't bother me very much at all until later the next day.
Easy walking thereafter but a lot slower than anticipated as it was both very interesting and quite warm. My original plan of a much longer walk out to a waterfall beyond the Sneuk was soon ditched in favour of a slower and more detailed examination of a couple of the geos along the way. Kept going until about seven thirty then doubled back to find a place to watch the sun going down. That change of plan was greatly aided by my water filter that enabled me to top up from a dribble of water in the moss without necessitating a lengthy continuation south or a premature retreat north.
On the way back to the bothy I was amazed to see dozens if not hundreds of what looked like bath white butterflies (identified afterwards by my wife) in the heather and grass behind the dunes.
Got five hours of light sleep then set off along the road back to Moaness. Had though about taking the Berriedale path but thought the road might just be a bit better for the knee. In fact no knee problems really until nearing the ferry when I got a few twinges.

The Berry. I visited these wonderfully colourful cliffs in March.

Rora Head, Candle of the Sneuk and The Berry.

The Old Man of Hoy.

Caithness hills in the background.

Rounding the magnificent St. John's Head.

Graemsay lighthouse.

The cliff tops that I am headed for.

The Caithness hills again.

Rora Head in the distance with Black Nev in front and the path to the Old Man atop.

No problem crossing the burn today and not bad going up the hillside once I had cut onto the second and second steepest path up.

Loyal and Hope.


Reminiscent of the bay below Menawn Heights.





At the top of Craig Gate.

Not quite as I imagined it would be but still good.

Looking a bit like the Canary Islands here. Think this might be Red Geo.

Slowly working my way along the many mini geos.

Not exactly sure where I am here but it might be White Chest.

Morven prominent again.

Lots of bog cotton.

Zooming back to Rackwick Bay -the camera, not me!



Always like to be beside the seaside.

Possibly Geo of the Lame.


The Hamnavoe.

One more of Morven and co.

Santoo Head from Lyrie Geo?





Picked my spot to watch the sun go down, back at Red Geo.













Next morning.

Opted for a bit of road walking.

Passing Ward Hill's south east corrie.

Looking back to Black Nev -I was doing one post per minute and two hours forty five minutes for the whole of the road walk.

Dwarfie Hammars.

Last leg to the coast.

Dwarfie Hammars again.

Coulags -my first WH report.

Haist.

Coulags again.


Ward Hill and Coulags.

Almost there.

Handy waiting room with loos and books.

The last few metres.

Rora Head and yesterday's route up beyond.


Back soon hopefully.
Two videos; one with my flip camera and one with my new camera: