PEAR TREE LOG

pear tree log: I started this blog to keep my younger son, Jonny, in touch with life in Lincolnshire, while he spent a year working in China. That year turned into five! Now he is home and training to become a physics teacher. This is simply a patchwork quilt of some of the things I enjoy - life in rural Lincolnshire, our animals, friends, architecture, books, the gardens, and things of passing interest.



Tuesday 10 April 2012

My Favourite Place - The Western Isles

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.

30 comments:

  1. 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.

    ReplyDelete
    Replies
    1. It was a very special time for me, I finally got the chance to work with livestock and pretend to be a farmer!

      Delete
  2. Hubby and I lived in Scotland for while, this beautifully evocative post brought back many lovely memories (except the flipping rain!).
    Jane x

    ReplyDelete
    Replies
    1. 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.

      Delete
  3. By the way, what is milk loaf?

    ReplyDelete
    Replies
    1. Hi 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.

      Delete
  4. Ms Sparrow, Milk Loaf is Bread mixed with milk instead of water- it gives a soft crumb.
    It 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!

    ReplyDelete
    Replies
    1. Hi gz, I hope you have a lovely time in Tolsta - one of my best friends, from that time, lived there. A beautiful place.

      Delete
  5. I never been to Scotland but some day I will. Beautiful pictures and thank you for let us see.

    Hugs
    Elna

    ReplyDelete
    Replies
    1. Hi Elna, I hope you do make it to Scotland one day, the people are lovely and the scenery is spectacular.

      Delete
  6. The Western Isles figure large in the folk music I've loved for years. Lovely pictures and descriptions; they match my mental images.

    ReplyDelete
    Replies
    1. Hi 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.

      Delete
  7. What a lovely sounding place Elaine. I just wanted to pack my bags and go and visit...perhaps one day!

    ReplyDelete
    Replies
    1. Hi Green Dragonette, It would be well worth the journey, just make sure you don't go during the midge season!

      Delete
  8. I 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!
    Hope that puts a smile on your face....

    ReplyDelete
    Replies
    1. 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.
      By the way, there is nothing wrong with reading wild romance books!

      Delete
  9. 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.

    ReplyDelete
    Replies
    1. Hi 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.

      The 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!

      Delete
  10. 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.

    ReplyDelete
    Replies
    1. It really was wonderful, Linda. I'm sure you would find it inspirational.

      Delete
  11. Other 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.

    ReplyDelete
    Replies
    1. Hi 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.

      I suppose I should also state that I have not been paid to promote the islands!

      Delete
  12. 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?)

    ReplyDelete
    Replies
    1. Hi 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.

      Delete
  13. The 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.

    ReplyDelete
    Replies
    1. Hi Janet, They are both beautiful places and I know you will love them - bring lots of memory cards for your camera!

      Delete
  14. I 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.

    Those beaches are gorgeous, and I love the shot of the school and kids.

    ReplyDelete
    Replies
    1. Knatolee you must try to visit the Western Isles they are incredibly beautiful. I'm sure you would both enjoy it.

      Delete
  15. Just 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)

    ReplyDelete
    Replies
    1. Hello 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

      Delete

Note: only a member of this blog may post a comment.