Atlantic storm waves have carved an amphitheatre into volcanic rock and piled huge boulders into a storm beach high above the sea.

The headland of the Grind o' da Navir is formed from a volcanic rock called ignimbrite. This distinctive red rock was created from pyroclastic flows - searingly hot clouds of gas, blobs of molten lava and fragments of pumice that swept down the side of the Eshaness volcano in countless eruptions 395 million years ago. The flow would have travelled at over 100 kilometres an hour.

When the clouds settled as a layer several metres thick, the particles welded together and the lava droplets were squashed into candle-flame shapes or ‘fiammé’. If you look closely you can make out the individual drops.

Today water plays a bigger role here than fire. The Vikings named it Grind o da Navir - Gateway of the Borer - with good reason. Two bastions of cliff stand above a sea-cut amphitheatre framing a grind (or gateway) to the Atlantic below.

During violent storms, waves are driven through the grind, tearing huge blocks from the bedrock and hurling them inland to form ridges or ‘storm beaches’. Much of the rock at the Grind o’ da Navir is coloured black by lichen but clean rock faces reveal the places where rock has recently been torn away.

Directions

Grind o' da Navir is at Eshaness in the North Mainland
Take the A970 and the B9078 to Eshaness
Take the turning to the lighthouse, continue to the end of the road and park
Walk north from the lighthouse along the coast. The Grind o' da Navir is situated over the large boulder beach after the eighth fence
Please note this walk contains two-step and ladder stiles. It is a scramble to cross the boulder beach

Eyewitness description of a storm at Grind o da Navir

Andrew McRae, 1860

"It is winter! The voice of the tempest is heard – no other sound. The sea birds are cowering in their rocky homes – the fisherman has sought the shelter of his hut – the cattle have fled inland. The blinding spray is sent far over the Villions – the waves of the mighty Atlantic are hurrying towards the iron-bound coast. See that tall billow! It rises to the skies - now the noise of thunder it falls upon the Grind, uptearing and upheaving vast masses of rock, which it carries like so many pebbles, to the savage shore behind, where they rest with the spoils of other storms, a shapeless heap thrown together by the hands of Titans."