I am fiercely proud of being English, but my heart belongs to Scotland - The Western Isles, to be precise. I was fortunate enough to spend several years living there when I was a teenager and I have also returned many times, on holiday.
Stornoway Harbour |
My parents, brother and I spent 6 months living in a rented bungalow in Stornoway before moving out to a croft house in Lochganvich for two and a half years. I know we have lots of family photos of the place, somewhere, but this is a borrowed image
The house was small, two up, two down with a bathroom. Water was pumped from a well but was not suitable for drinking, so drinking water was brought from Stornoway, by my father, on his return from work. The house was heated by a solid fuel Rayburn and we had a flush loo. Luxury!
The croft next door belonged to an older couple called John and Marion. John would have been well into his seventies, Marion was probably in her late 50's/early 60's. They were the nicest people you could wish to meet. They kept a few sheep and a couple of cows and they were more than happy to let this eager young Sassenach go over there every day to 'help' them. Whenever there was something different to be done they would let me join in and patiently taught me to shear a sheep, give them injections and treatment, watch the dipping, etc. Marion taught me to milk the cow by hand and generally make myself useful, well, I hope I gradually became more useful.
They let us rear the orphaned lambs, one died, but the other, Betsy grew and grew and when we eventually left the islands John promised that she could live her natural life out on their croft.
Lochganvich was, and still is, a tiny hamlet of less than 10 houses. We knew everyone who lived there and they were always happy to welcome us, share a strupak - a cup of tea (always the best china) and a plate of buttered Scottish pancakes/Battenburg cake, etc. Sometimes there would be some crowdie with the pancakes. Unsurprisingly, I used to love visiting people!
They taught us to cut the peat, lending us the cutting irons and showing us how to heave the great slabs and lay them out for the first stage of drying. Later we were shown how to make them into little stooks, arranged so that the wind could blow through them to aid the drying process, then we made slightly larger stacks. Weeks later, when the peat was deemed to have dried enough the village would come together and we'd spend a long evening collecting the peat for one of the homes, everyone working together. A couple of the men would build the huge peat stack at the side of the house. I always marvelled at the clever construction. Each evening of hard work would end with a wonderful feast and lots of chat, as arrangements were made to repeat the process the following day for the next house.
Once a week Iain-Harry would trundle down the quarter-of-a-mile long driveway to our house, in his grocery van. It was amazing what he could pack into that van. My mother would have her list made out ready, then she'd go into the van and find out what was actually available and make adjustments as necessary. One of the very nicest thing he brought was a wonderful, fresh 'Milk Loaf'. It was our routine to have a thick slice of this, spread with butter, once the shop-van had gone on to the next croft house.
The beaches on the island are amazingly beautiful, clean and empty most of the time. I don't mind the wind or the cold if I can have an empty beach.
My younger brother, Ian aka Owl Wood attended a lovely little village school at Achmore, lucky thing. I had to catch a mini-bus, which came to the top of the drive, and travel the ten or so miles into Stornoway to the dreaded Nicolson Institute, the only senior school on the island. The education there was superb, but I couldn't get over the barbaric punishment which was meted out to some students by a few of the teachers. The thick leather tawse was still in use as a punishment. The fear of it blighted my time there.Achmore School |
So why do I feel such affection for the place if I spent so much time in fear? I could say it is because the islands are so beautiful, the people are kind and generous, the roads quiet, the beaches breathtakingly beautiful, the seafood first class, It is all of these things and so much more.
Go there yourselves, see if the magic of the islands finds a way into your soul.
What a loving description of a special place. It appears that you were able to soak up a lot of the local atmosphere in the short time you lived there. Thanks for sharing all those wonderful childhood memories.
ReplyDeleteIt was a very special time for me, I finally got the chance to work with livestock and pretend to be a farmer!
DeleteHubby and I lived in Scotland for while, this beautifully evocative post brought back many lovely memories (except the flipping rain!).
ReplyDeleteJane x
Hi Jane, I don't think it ever rained while we lived there!! The weather was wild, but that was part of the charm. I'm glad it helped to bring back memories for you.
DeleteBy the way, what is milk loaf?
ReplyDeleteHi Ms Sparrow, gz said it perfectly. Milk bread is an enriched bread with a softer crust - a nice change from my mother's home-made bread (which was wonderful, wish I had some now) but always had a hard crust.
DeleteMs Sparrow, Milk Loaf is Bread mixed with milk instead of water- it gives a soft crumb.
ReplyDeleteIt is funny how blogs and bloggers are like a spider's web. I know four bloggers on Lewis, and will be going to Tolsta soon. I see Owl wood's comments on other blogs I follow too!
Hi gz, I hope you have a lovely time in Tolsta - one of my best friends, from that time, lived there. A beautiful place.
DeleteI never been to Scotland but some day I will. Beautiful pictures and thank you for let us see.
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Elna
Hi Elna, I hope you do make it to Scotland one day, the people are lovely and the scenery is spectacular.
DeleteThe Western Isles figure large in the folk music I've loved for years. Lovely pictures and descriptions; they match my mental images.
ReplyDeleteHi Joanne, So you love folk music too! I could have rambled on forever last night - so many more things I could have explored. It is a special part of the world.
DeleteWhat a lovely sounding place Elaine. I just wanted to pack my bags and go and visit...perhaps one day!
ReplyDeleteHi Green Dragonette, It would be well worth the journey, just make sure you don't go during the midge season!
DeleteI am so ready to move there....I have actually entertained the idea because of my attraction to Scotland and my heritage. A wonderful post today. I have never known anyone, until you, that referred to themselves as Sassenach. It is a word I have only read in my wild romance books!
ReplyDeleteHope that puts a smile on your face....
Hi Meggie, I hoped you would enjoy it. The islands are where I was finally able to work with animals, explore the moors, do hard physical labour and I threw myself into it - I'm sure that in part it was because I was so unhappy at school! Luckily I connect the island with the good memories and most of the time the bad things are compartmentalised and locked away.
DeleteBy the way, there is nothing wrong with reading wild romance books!
Hello from Lewis. I pass through Lochganvich several times a week and it is my favourite stretch of road.The views are the most stunning on the island, in my opinion. I often think of you as I go by and wonder which house you lived in. We still look forward to the mobile shop arriving.
ReplyDeleteHi Jacqui, Driving from Achmore, it was the second house on the left. I think it has been much extended today. There used to be a well worn path between it and the first house, which is where John and Marion lived.
DeleteThe family who used to live in the last bungalow on the right were great friends and when we had to leave the croft (the owners were moving back) they let us use a run-down house which they had - probably long-gone now. But that is a whole new story!
Other than the barbaric punishment it sounds like a wonderful place to have been a child, so interesting to learn the customs of food and peat and all.
ReplyDeleteIt really was wonderful, Linda. I'm sure you would find it inspirational.
DeleteOther than Edinburgh, my knowledge of Scotland is limited. You make the islands sound delightful. Friendliness of natives is a major plus-point wherever one lives; Edinburgh's 'Stockbridge' was very pleasant, but mostly inhabited by Sassenachs.
ReplyDeleteHi Cro, Edinburgh is wonderful, I enjoy visiting it - just one draw-back as far as I am concerned, it's a city! I thrive in the countryside, peace, quiet, empty spaces, wonderful scenery, the most beautiful beaches, the Western Isles have it all.
DeleteI suppose I should also state that I have not been paid to promote the islands!
You have painted a beautiful picture. Another place I would love to see. (I don't have to worry about that "tawse" thing, do I?)
ReplyDeleteHi Mitch, No tawse, I checked! Those islands are wonderful, but I would worry about you being exposed to such extreme weather - other than that you would love it.
DeleteThe Hebrides and northern Wales are at the top of my "When I Get to Travel (outside the U.S.)" list. You have some wonderful childhood memories and chance to experience where people help each other out to survive and thrive.
ReplyDeleteHi Janet, They are both beautiful places and I know you will love them - bring lots of memory cards for your camera!
DeleteI have been to Scotland once but want to visit again. My hubby has been many times as his parents are/were from Glasgow, so they went back every year.
ReplyDeleteThose beaches are gorgeous, and I love the shot of the school and kids.
Knatolee you must try to visit the Western Isles they are incredibly beautiful. I'm sure you would both enjoy it.
DeleteJust going back through my blogs and found this one which caught my eye, I wonder why!!! I think we are possibly the only place left where most of the things you remember still happen, apart from the school punishment!!! It sounds like you will have to make your next holiday here and reminisce and enjoy. Sending love, Julie (Outer Hebrides)
ReplyDeleteHello Julie, You do live in the land of my heart. Funnily enough we were only talking about the possibilities of making a trip before too long. Apart from the school, I had an amazing time there; I was always meant to be a country girl and there I got to prove it, thanks to John and Marion. I hope you get some of the rain which I believe you are greatly in need of at the moment. With love, Elaine
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