Knock, knock. Hello? Is God in?
So I came to Orkney in part to do Viking-y things, and today I was a true Viking by anyone’s estimation. After visiting the neolithic tomb of Maes Howe to look at the Viking graffiti therein, I headed into the town of Kirkwall (home of the magnificent 12th century crumbly cathedral St Magnus’s) for a spot of lunch and some Orkney ale.
“Give me a steak pie and a bottle of Skull Splitter,” I said.
The bar-keep did a double-take. I swear everyone in the bar hushed.
“Are ye sure, lassie? Skull Splitter is no’ really a lunchtime ale,” he said. “It’s very strong; eight-and-a-half percent.”
“I’m from Australia,” I said. “I can handle it.”
By Odin’s beard it was strong. But I drank it. And here is photographic evidence.