Famed for its wildlife, scenery, mystical standing stones and rich Gaelic culture, and folklore such as stories of water horses, sea creatures and ‘seers’ that could predict the future , the Isle of Lewis is the largest of the Outer Hebridean islands. Though it is not actually an island, as it is connected by land to the isle of Harris, it is a place steeped in history and culture that goes back thousands of years.
Making way from Harris to Lewis brought with it new landscapes and new experiences as I passed lochs and stopped along the way to watch buzzards soaring and deer in the forests.
The stones were also said to have a spectral visitation on the dawn of the Midsummer Solstice. A shinning figure is said to walk down Northern avenue heralded by the call of a Cuckoo. This may be a folk memory of astronomical alignments or seasonal ritual at the site.’
With it being such an exposed part of the Island it was incredibly windy but the impressive rock faces, cliffs, and views out to see were amazing, and to stand there and think that the only thing between us and America was the ocean was astounding. When we could not take the wind anymore we drove back toward Port Nis, a lovely fishing village.
As we continued to drive back inland, passing lochs and in the middle of nowhere we came across a pub. Having decided to stop for a drink we got chatting to the owner and his friend, who had offered for us to camp in the Pub garden if we needed to. Once this was decided, the drinks were flowing and we actually decided to stay in the hotel in the end which was a nice experience having been camping for over a week!
Once back on terra firma it was time to waved goodbye and head down to Harris where the Hebridean came to an end, as we hopped on the ferry and sailed to Uig on the mainland of Scotland.