Robert's Ramblings

There is action below as the orca dip, dive, and circle. For every orca seen on the surface, there are two or more below—herding, corralling, and reining in the herring, keeping them packed in a tight ball like some giant underwater salad bowl.

It’s too late in the day to get into the water with the whales this time. It’s too dark to photograph. It’s too dark, really, to even see what’s going on. Instead, with the sun lingering on the horizon and catching the sea spray, giving texture to the churning water and illuminating the misty orca plumes, we contented ourselves with the view as the herring salad was consumed.


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Eighty years ago, a large whitewashed “80 EIRE” sign was cut into the rock at Malin Head on the Inishowen Peninsula, Ireland’s northernmost mainland point.

This sign, along with more than 80 others around the Irish coastline, was created to warn Axis forces that they had entered neutral territory and to serve as a navigational aid for Allied pilots.

Today, many decades after World War II, most of these signs have fallen into disrepair, with fewer than a quarter still visible. Malin Head’s unique position—and its long-standing role in maritime history, weather forecasting, and more recently, tourism—has ensured its upkeep and continued visibility.

If you find yourself on the Inishowen Peninsula and the weather is clear, make your way to Malin Head. Walk out onto the rocks, pause by the old marker, and reflect on 80 EIRE and what it represented all those years ago. Then get back to your car quickly, before the weather changes its mind and blows you halfway back down the peninsula.


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Some encounters on the water unfold quietly, almost before you realise you’re witnessing something special. Most of our humpback whale sightings began the same way: a sudden, explosive blow, that familiar hump rising into view, and then only the drifting mist of exhaled droplets hanging in the air.

As the whales travelled, this pattern repeated itself with a steady rhythm, five or six breaths, each one spaced out as they moved along before diving and slipping out of sight for a few minutes.

It was always their final surface appearance that drew us in. First the blow, then the curving hump, but this time they lifted their magnificent flukes high into the air before dropping straight down into the depths below.

And in one of those fluke moments, the sun, the whale, and its rising tail aligned perfectly, turning that beautiful fluke into a brief, magical, shower of gold.


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There are so many compelling reasons to travel beyond the Arctic Circle in winter. Our reason was clear from the outset, orca, whales and their winter feeding on North Sea herring. All else is a bonus.

On our first night in Norway, we travelled by ferry from Tromsø to Skjervøy, and that's when the northern light show began. For the hours we braved the cold on deck, we were enthralled, first with the lights of Tromsø shimmering over water, and then by the ethereal green curtains of light that seemed to emerge from nowhere, dance across the sky with abandon, then disappear without a trace.

On and off all evening, from the ferry and then in the sky above us in Skjervøy, the light show continued.

No single image could ever convey just how dynamic the Northern Lights really are. They dance and sweep and shimmer to their own rhythm. Sometimes the lights lingered. Sometimes they swept fleetingly across the sky. Sometimes they were like storm clouds shedding veils of ethereal rain.

We came for the orca, the whales, and the herring, but that bonus of witnessing the aurora borealis will always be a light show to remember.


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Every day we headed out into a world different from the previous one.

Some days blessed us with a beautiful sunrise or sunset; some were cold, grey, and drizzly. Some days the sea was rough and unwelcoming, while others were like being on a millpond. Most days were ultimately a mixture of all of the above.

Regardless of the conditions, we only had eyes for that now-familiar tall dorsal fin or the tell-tale signs of whale blow on the horizon.

In those moments when it all came together at once, orca, sunshine, and a quarrelsome sea, we knew we had found Norwegian gold.


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