Let’s join Minnie Russell as she takes us on a beautifully descriptive tour around Rousay. Reproduced by kind permission of the editors of The Orkney View from issue number 68: October/November 1996.

Come to the Isle of Rousay

A place beyond compare

You'll see lots of lovely scenery

When you set off from the pier

Below the road the fields of green

Stretch down onto the shore

And up above the brown hills

Bring joy for evermore

In spring the wild flowers cheer you

The primroses are best

Sprinkled in their millions

In all the crevices

If you look up to the hillside

When autumn sun is warm

You'll see miles of purple heather

Lie blooming in the sun

If you travel on the Frotoft way

And look out to the sea

You'll see islands in the sunshine

Both near and far away

Trumland House is on the right

A mansion very grand

Built by General Burroughs

When he did own the land

Standing there so stately

In its sheltered grove

It has a lovely setting

With Knitchen up above

We leave the Brinian now behind

And go down by Cot-a-Fea

Frotoft lies before us

A homely place to see

With tidy crofts along the way

And up above the hills

As we go on by Hullion

We look up to Blotchnie Field

We soon look down to Westness

And Eynhallow ’frank and free’

We think of all the legends

Heard at mother's knee

An ancient brough can now be seen

Its like is very rare

It's such a place of interest

Folk come fae far and near

We can now see the Westside

With its houses in decay

The crofts they all lie vacant

And been for many a day

We hear about the clearances

The folk just had to go

Once a thriving district

lt's empty now and full of woe

Soon we'll be in Wester

With Burrian and the loch

Some houses are now occupied

With people from the south

When we reach the corner o’ Cove

Our journey is half over

We hasten on through fertile fields

Of lovely scented clover

As we travel up the Leon

We see Westray far away

We even see the Fair Isle

On a very bonny day

We turn now at the Blossom

And go down Sourin Brae

Behind us towers Kierfea Hill

And we look across the bay

Many are the holms and isles

That now come into view

Shapinsay and its castle

Stronsay and Eday too

We hasten on the road again

Past many a well known sign

The ancient church in Egilsay

Where St Magnus he was slain

The historic isle of Wyre

It now comes into view

Makes us think of Edwin Muir

And the castle of Cubbie Roo

We are getting near the pier again

After many a twist and bend

And many a lovely view we've seen

On the road that has no end