Isle of Lewis, heartland of Gaelic culture
The Isle of Lewis is the topmost part of the Outer Hebrides and has the largest town, Stornoway, and the famous Standing Stones of Calanais - and lots more.
Isle of Lewis
If you are starting to plan your trip to the Isle of Lewis in the Outer Hebrides of Scotland, the first thing to note is that Lewis and Harris are one island. As a very general statement, Harris has got dramatic scenery and Lewis has a bigger selection of more or less conventional visitor attractions. There are plenty of art galleries and weaving sheds or Harris tweed outlets both on the Isle of Lewis as well as on Harris.
(Pictured here) The hills of Harris, on a bright morning, as we travelled up to Lewis. Forgive me for starting the Lewis page with a Harris picture. As noted above, it’s the same island really, basically ‘Lewisnharris’. So, if Harris is hill and rock, Lewis is peat and moor. Lewis has got interesting places for visitors, plus the largest town, Stornoway, which has good transport links, both by ferry and air.
(Pictured here.) Stornoway, Isle of Lewis, seafront, (on a Sunday) from the ferry to Ullapool.
Stornoway on a Sunday
(Pictured here.) Stornoway on a Sunday. Deserted, except for the churchgoers’ cars parked in the pedestrians-only zone. The traffic lights are the only working thing here. Oh, except for the Caladh Hotel, which did us a nice lunch and, as far as we know, its coffee machines have not yet been struck by a bolt of retaliatory lightning.
In fact, there isn’t an awful lot to say about Stornoway itself. It reminds me of an east rather than a west coast small town in Scotland, with some fine solid town-houses and civic buildings that owe their origins to fishing or fish-curing money back in the 19th or early 20th century. Its got a reasonable range of shops and is well worth a stroll about.
Lews Castle overlooks the town. This Victorian mock-tudor edifice was built by Sir James Matheson who made his money in the Chinese opium trade. (Yes, unsavoury. I thought so too.) There are attractive grounds and parkland, open to all. Keep an ear open for the totally revamped Museum nan Eilean at Lews Castle. It opened in July 2016. (Except on Sundays, naturally. Oh, and Mondays too.)
Standing Stones of Calanais
But, let’s face it, Stornoway is the sort of place from which you pass through and disperse outwards to the islands’ other points of interest. (Ooh, I feel a metaphor; ‘The Athens of the Hebrides’ welling up.) And one of these places, of course, is the Standing Stones of Calanais, sometimes referred to as ‘Scotland’s Stonehenge’. I wonder if Stonehenge is ever described as England’s Calanais?
As they are 5000 years old, they don’t give much away. This is advantageous because it means whatever theory you have or believe about the stones, then it is as likely as any other. ‘Unknowably ancient’ is what I used to write in the brochures. Sounds a bit ponderous. Or pompous, but, there, I’ve gone and written it again.
Pictured here: The Calanais Standing Stones, as seen through heather-tinted spectacles. Can't begin to tell you how long I had to wait until all the visitors that day were hidden behind the stones. Popular place.
Pictured here: The Calanais Stones visitor centre. Everyone photographs the Stones to death, but in this picture the stones are immediately behind me. And it’s a very nice visitor centre, well done Historic Scotland. (That should be Historic Environment Scotland now...Ed.)
There are other megalithic settings in the vicinity – and, for all I know, the people who erected this one 5000 years ago were out of their heads on heather ale and, for a laugh, one Saturday night, set all these stones up on end. Maybe they even guessed that this arrangement at Calanais would be the one that would eventually have a very nice visitor centre, cafe and shop on the site. (And those Harris tweed bags were just so tempting…) You see, my theory is that the stones were used for foretelling the future…oh, stop it.
Mysterious Brochs of Lewis
Onwards to, well, it’s a Lewis mini tourist trail really. You could hop over to the Dun Carloway broch. This also is a place where you speculate about what brochs were about. Circular dry-stone structures, unique to the north and west of Scotland, the earliest ones are a little bit BC and they were built into the first few centuries AD. These Iron Age buildings are thought to be high status - if you were big in iron, especially in sharp pointy things like spears, you built yourself a broch, perhaps.
Go to my Rousay, Orkney page if you want my own broch theory - I think they were community centres or maybe just sheltered housing for the less able. More sensible people think they were places of defence from sea-borne raiders. Heck...who knows?
The Gearrannan Blackhouse Village
Lets move on just a short way to the Gearrannan Blackhouse village. This is about as close as you are going to get to a notion of what hundreds of settlements in the Hebrides must have been like, in the days of the blackhouse - the stone built, thatched dwellings of the local folk. The last elderly folk here only moved out in the 1970s and the wee village was preserved and is now renewed, refurbished, re-thatched, replumbed, re-everythinged really. Obviously, it’s all sanitised - after all, the interiors of some have even become plush self-catering units, and there’s a hostel too, but with a little imagination…
(Pictured) In the olden days of photography, the world was kind of sepia, with a very gloomy ambience that often made people weepia. Sorry.
Yes, this photo was, of course, taken just the other day - or June 2014 - gosh, doesn’t time fly? - but don’t you think 21st-century Gearrannan looks very authentic when sepia tinted?
So, thank you PicMonkey anyway for your range of special effects. I never use anything else for photo editing.
Anyway, go along to this curious place: the Trust needs your support. It’s a really worthwhile visit. Just as good as Calanais. Say hello to Roddy the weaver as well - he’s got a lot of stories to tell. And I’ll always remember it for a unique culinary event in the cafe. It was the first time I ever ate a white pudding roll. Imagine - a mealy pudding in a bap. Oatmeal and refined carbohydrate. It’s an Aberdonian’s taste ecstasy. Oat cuisine (sorry, compulsory pun) at its finest.
Further north still, Historic Environment Scotland care for another black house, at Arnol. The last time I was there, it was a lot smokier than the Gearrannan houses, so it is probably even more authentic. Remember that in these early dwellings, the peat smoke just found any old way out of the roof - there were no chimneys as such. And often there wasn’t much separating the animals from the human occupants. Goodness, it must have been a rich olfactory experience altogether. (Said the vicar.)
Further north across the rolling peatlands - the tallest standing stone
Well, let’s keep going. Gosh, it’s getting a bit sparse now. Still plenty of houses though, from place to place. Fine, comfortable, even stylish looking, buildings, many new, with the old blackhouse at the end of the plot or garden often re-roofed in tin as a store or an office or a studio. My, how times change…
(Pictured here.) The Clach an Truisiel (sometimes anglified to ‘Trushal’) is also in this section of the journey north. It’s the tallest standing stone in Scotland. And that’s about all you can say. I mean, Johanna is pretty tall, but look at the size of that monolith.
The crofts run down to the Atlantic edge, the moor and grassland run off to the far horizon...the peewits call mournfully...and the stone has heard them for five millennia. The Clach an Trusiel Stone also features in the facts about Scotland page.
Later that same day...another little crest on the road...another sign for an art gallery. This one, in particular, was for the Morven Gallery, away, far away, on that endless road. (Och, stop being dramatic. Get a grip.) And there goes that phenomenon again: just when you thought what a tedious and gawd-forsaken skelp of peatland all this was becoming, suddenly you can be tempted by lovely creative artwork and great coffee and cakes. The Outer Hebrides never cease to amaze me.
Around the Butt of Lewis - the end of the Outer Hebrides
Finally, the Hebrides stop. Not suddenly, at huge vertiginous cliffs, but sort of quite suddenly at middle-sized vertiginous cliffs (Pictured small here). (At least, if you care to walk from Port of Ness to the Butt of Lewis lighthouse, you’ll see for yourself.)
Again, surprises, if you haven’t been studying your map. There’s a lot of settlement towards Ness or, more accurately Port Nis. There is stuff going on: a football social club, and football pitches, where the training team members call for the ball in Gaelic. Brilliant. And, if you have been expecting only to see a stunted inhabitant or two, hanging on to the heather by their fingernails, before being blown into the Atlantic by the wind, then, well, it isn’t like that at all.
Admittedly, the Butt of Lewis, by the light, has the reputation for being the windiest place in Britain, but there are calm days too. Even my pictures prove it. I sunbathed at the lighthouse in a warm June day and even took a selfie to prove it. The picture looked so awful though that you’re just going to have to take my word for it.
There are beaches on the Atlantic side, though if you’ve just come up the entire length of the Outer Hebrides, you may have seen enough. The nearest, Traigh Shanndaigh, is very attractive and there is grand coastal walking in plenty hereabouts.
(Pictured here) Europaidh from Traigh Shanndaigh - basically, the last settlement before the Butt of Lewis from the last beach. Yet another all but deserted shoreline! From Vatersay to here - extraordinary beaches.
I mentioned the coastal walk from Port of Ness to the lighthouse already. This goes past Dun Eistean. It’s an offshore very rocky tidal islet and a natural place of defence. It was in mediaeval times a stronghold of the Morrisons. It was investigated for its archaeology and then in 2002 a wee bridge was built, linking the islet to the mainland.
(Pictured here) Dun Eistean and the pointless bridge. Still, a fine bit of coast.
Though there's really nothing to see by way of recognisable structures, there is an excellent information board at the mainland end of the bridge. If you go across the bridge in the summer, then Arctic terns will attack your head. The board mentions this and it’s true. I immediately turned back.
And, as I am not a Morrison, I admit my sympathies are all with the terns. Imagine, nesting there for generations in peace and then somebody comes along and builds a completely pointless bridge. I mean, terns have a tough enough time anyway as ground nesters by the coast, with disturbance by dog walkers and other coastal footpath users - and now the Clan Morrison!
The Butt of Lewis Lighthouse
(Pictured above) The Butt of Lewis Lighthouse, lit in 1862. A David Stevenson light.
So, here, at last is the lighthouse. No whales on this occasion, though I have seen them here in the past. And here we must leave you at the top end of the isle of Lewis in the Outer Hebrides. I’d definitely do it south to north, if I was touring by car. That way the sun will be at your back. And you will see the sun, I promise. (Almost.)
More information on individual islands of the Outer Hebrides or Western Isles here. From the south going north: Barra, Eriskay, the Uists and Benbecula and Harris.
And remember that Caledonian MacBrayne will take you there. The ferry timetables are on that link.