A chance
conversation with Mid Argyll’s Kerr Mitchell led to me volunteering to row a
Viking longship as part of the Loch Fyne Viking Festival, re-enacting the
legend of King Magnus Barefoot. Here’s an insight into what life as a Viking
was like.
WEDS
I pitched up
at Tarbert in a blaze of sunshine. It’s a beautiful harbour town with a
stunning wee castle. I wandered up a few steps to check this out and admire the
views, where I was joined by a herd of woolly beasts, sporting the kind of
coats that were like my very own Viking one. Suddenly I felt at home! They had
a fine set of horns as well, 4 in fact, and they didn’t seem sure if they
wanted to be goats or sheep.
I wandered
back down and bumped into Bob from Troon Coastal Rowing and his lovely partner,
Mary and we settled ourselves in the Figgate Bar for the evening.
THURS
In the
morning, we transformed ourselves as Vikings and headed to Inverary to greet
the incoming longship.
A crowd of
roaring Vikings banging on their shields made for a dramatic arrival at the
shore. No sooner had the ship beached,
than the Viking’s were out and charging up the jetty, to the sound of real
horns being blown and more clanging of shields, Bob from Troon and myself in
amongst it all.
It’s thirsty
work being a Viking , so we made a very noisy raid on the Loch Fyne Whisky Shop
who caved in right away and hastily pacified us all with a dram each. The
George Hotel put up more of a resistance and the Vikings had to accept defeat
and cough up £90 for a round! Thirst quenched, we roared down the main street,
stopping to gain control of a bouncy castle, despite a valiant effort by the
wee kids playing on it.
Then it was
off to kidnap the actual Duke of Argyll, who clearly wasn’t dressed to be
marched through the water and bundled into a longship. Oh well, we did
un-kidnap him again, returning him safely to shore. Then it was back in the
longship and off to raid.
The next
victims were to be found in the sleepy town of Ardrishaig, some miles up the
Loch. I climbed in the longship and took up my oar. My fellow crew were all
strapping Vikings, who it transpired were in fact The Causeway Archers, all the way from Ireland who were a good shot
with a bow and arrow, but lousy rowers.
So, a bit of a ‘timing’ nightmare on a grand scale, with 10 oars.
Thankfully a breeze got up and we were able to put the boat under sail, which
meant we could enjoy its magnificence.
As we were on a tight time schedule, we transferred into one of the traditional boats in our flotilla and made ourselves comfy after pillaging its bar, towing the longship behind. As Ardrishaig approached, it was time to get back on the oars and get battle-ready. Ardrishaig were having none of it though and ambushed us from sailing dinghys, squirting us with huge water guns.
As we rowed
for shore, the baying crowds were also ready for us, the Primary School having
constructed a giant trebuchet, a Viking catapult. Let’s just say we get pelted
by water from all angles, with wet sponges, water balloons, B&Q orange
buckets… and ended up drenched.
Despite all
the action, the day was only just beginning and I downsized into a St Ayles
skiff and set off on a 12 mile race down Loch Fyne with the 2 Mid Argyll boats
competing for first place. My own boat with a crew made of from Royal West,
Troon, Row Porty and Mid Argyll, slaughtered the opposition by miles! We rowed
into Tarbert to be greeted by a lone piper, a huge burning beacon and cheers
from the waiting crowd. It was a great feeling.
That night,
in a pub full of Vikings and Archers, we graciously accepted the prize of a
lovely engraved bowl and a bottle of whisky. We had a dram each and poured the
remainder into pint glasses to share around the pub, as is the Viking way.
It is
probably worth mentioning that 5 minutes before our departure for the race,
Kerr Mitchell of Mid Argyll sustained some nasty injuries in a fall. He played
these down and managed the 12 mile journey, alternating between coxing and
rowing. He wasn’t with us at the prize giving because he did in fact end up in
hospital with torn ligaments in his foot and an injured elbow, so we awarded
him the trophy.
FRID
Even Vikings
need a day off, so I packed my rucksack and took the ferry over to Portavadie
for the day, where I enjoyed miles of forest tracks and quiet beaches all to
myself. Bliss.
SAT
Re-enforcements
arrived in the shape of Larry and Jan and there was no time to lose, so we
headed up to the castle to make Vikings of them. The bear, lynx and wolf had
reappeared and the Causeway Archers were on hand to show us how to keep them at
bay. Jan and Larry were hooked right away, with Larry quickly progressing from
hitting the actual target to random shots into the grass behind, thankfully
avoiding the wee bunnies basking in the sunshine.
We then
watched a Viking battle re-enactment, complete with swords and axes. Some of
these guys more than looked the part, in fact, if they weren’t being Vikings,
they’d just be plain scary. It was a nice educational diversion though.
Battle over, we headed down to the
harbour to watch a bit of torture and humiliation – the ‘Greasy Pole’
challenge. Basically, a whole tree log is greased with Fairy liquid and secured
horizontally over a harbour wall. At the end of this, hangs an empty bottle.
Bold (or foolish) Vikings were invited to try their hand at shimmying along the
slippery pole, retrieve the empty bottle and holding it in their hands, somehow
turn around and shimmy back along. Those completing the challenge, swapped the
empty bottle for a full bottle of whisky. Hurrah! However, if this sounds easy,
it certainly wasn’t and it was painstaking to watch. Those who looked like they
were making good progress were rewarded with a bucket of cold sea water chucked
over them, with the slightest flinch being enough to send them into the water
below. Many just didn’t have the strength required to make it to the end, the majority
failed on the turn and others, inches away from victory, dropped the empty
bottle into the sea and therefore had nothing to swap. Aaaargggh!
As if that
wasn’t enough excitement, the real spectacle was to come, with the official
launch of the longship and the re-enactment of King Magnus Barefoot’s claiming of the Kintyre peninsula in 1093. It was said that if a Viking could row / sail around a
piece of land, then they could lay claim to it. This wasn’t possible for claiming Kintyre as it was joined to the rest of Argyll by an isthmus, so Magnus portaged the boat instead, from West Loch Tarbert to East
Loch Tarbert and today, the whole thing was done again. The boat itself is a
magnificent construction of some 40ft long and a beam of 11.5ft. It is
constructed from spruce and built right in the spot that the tree was felled.
…and so to the launching of the boat which was towed along the main
street by rows and rows of Vikings and the whole of Tarbert who had turned out
to wish it luck.
There was
just a short time to eat and then scrub up for the evening ceilidh. There’s
something surreal about seeing Vikings dancing the Orcadian strip the willow,
but maybe they did! That suave Ancient Mariner, Malcolm and Carole had also now
joined us with their amazing boat, which doubled as luxury accommodation for
Larry and Jan. I suggested to Malcolm that it was like something out of the
1970’s, but that was meant as a compliment because I was thinking about ‘The
Saint’ and ‘The Avengers’ kind of 1970’s.
The finale
of the Saturday night was very beautiful. Earlier in the day, a small rowing
boat, which had seen better days, was moored in the harbour just in front of
the ceilidh tent. Around 11pm, darkness had descended and the Causeway Archers
assembled to shoot a flight of flaming arrows into the air, to land in the boat
and ignite it. It was a very serene affair and we watched in silence. The
clever bit, however, was that the boat had been carefully set up with fireworks
and therefore when an arrow hit a particular point or the flames consumed it,
brightly coloured fireworks leapt into the sky. What a stunning and very
emotional end to another great day.
SUNDAY
Sunday was
the day we planned to leave early and start the long drive home. Glorious
sunshine and the chance of a row over to Portavadie to escort the Viking
longship talked us out of that one. So, myself, Jan and Larry roped in Malcolm
and the equally suave Ian Sinclair from Mid Argyll and headed off across the
Loch to the luxurious new marina complex in Portavadie.
We lounged about until the Viking ship arrived
and we were all treated to a hearty feast involving pulled pork. Tasty.
There had
always been talk of how we would get back from Portavadie again and whether we
would have to hop on the CalMac ferry, but as it was, no one was going to stop
us getting back in that skiff and simply rowing ourselves back across. For our
dedication, we were saluted by a porpoise and a seal.
Whilst we
were working up to actually leaving, we accepted the offer of coffee on Malcolm
and Carol’s boat and sitting on deck in the sunshine, it was hard to leave, but
eventually, we did.
IN SUMMARY
I met so
many beautiful, inspiring and interesting people on this trip. I learnt things
I didn’t know and saw things I’d never seen. There were so many boats to row or
sail, with all kinds of oars and all kinds of rowers and I like to think we
soaked up the whole experience.