Benbecula

September 1, 2008 on 6:00 pm by Michael Grey | In Photographs, Stories | 9 Comments

Labour Day marks the official end of summer for most people in this part of the world.  School starts back tomorrow and there’s no more holidays in sight until mid-October and Thanksgiving.

Not unlike yours, I’m sure, my summer was a busy one.  It flew by.  I’d forgotten how membership in an actively competing pipe band adds exponentially to the speedy passing of warm (and this year, wet) summer time.  As in years past I spent precious vacation time in Glasgow for the week leading to the world pipe band championships.  This year I stayed on a little longer to journey to the Outer Hebrides, to Benbecula.

In the many years I’ve journeyed to Scotland I’ve never managed to make the trek to grammy’s home town, or, more accurately, “home place” – there are really no “towns” in this part of the Outer Hebrides, at least not as I know them. 

The trip from Glasgow to the Outer Hebrides is not easy and certainly not cheap.  Ask Boswell and Johnson (a journal I recommend reading).  The surface route is all road or rail and ferry – and long.  By air its a toddle, a 45 minute flight.  The path of least resistance can often deceive and the breezy flight doesn’t disappoint:  no stand-by cheap tickets here – you can expect to pay $700 (CDN) for the pleasure of a bumpy air-borne jaunt.  I did.  And context?  The return flight from Toronto to Glasgow was ’round about $1200 (I was lucky to arrive home on Zoom Airlines four days before they went bust).  Anyway, I didn’t have the time for the more adventurous and economical surface journey and made up my mind to go, and to fly, all the while thinking of that great Yiddish proverb, “if not now, when?”.  Merry Christmas to me. 

I knew of Benbecula and the Uists from what I’d heard from grammy (cold, barren, impoverished [I can remember my grandmother telling me they'd gather bluebells to eat to stave off hunger], peaty, hard, Gaelic – and beautiful) and what I’d read and heard from others who had been.  And, from a few, who hail from the place, or who have folks that do, as in the case, for instance, of Roddy MacLeod [his mum].  I had a picture in my mind’s eye.  On this trip I was determined to soak up a little of the atmosphere, and, if I was lucky, get a closer look-in to my own roots.

I flew out of Glasgow on yet another one of the rainy, overcast days that plagued the excellent PipingLive festival, and “worlds week”.  After 10 minutes in the air, the clouds broke and I, along with the ten or so others rattling around the cabin of the SAAB 340 turbo-prop, enjoyed an unfettered view of the west coast of Scotland – all the way to Benbecula.  The decision to fly looked to be a fair one, after all.  The scenery from 12,000 feet was unforgetably magnificent.

The airport in Balivanich, Benbecula is small, maybe the smallest I’ve yet flown to; Happy Valley-Goose Bay, Labrador, is Heathrowesque in comparison.  Here’s a view from the front doors of the airport; a bucolic sight that lived up to my island preconceptions:

View from Benbecula Airport

The woman from the car hire place was waiting for me in the arrivals area and handed me the keys to the car after a signature, a glance at my credit card and her instructions to, “leave it in the car park unlocked when you’re done – with keys in the sun visor”.  I was off and running.

One of my first stops was the Creagorry Inn (now the Isle of Benbecula Hotel) where I’d  be staying.  My grandmother worked here in 1912.  I was looking forward to having a look around and picking up, maybe, a vibe of a working place, a place once an employer of kin.  I found a bit of a Fawlty Towers feel.  A hotel proudly representing  the diversity of an EEC country that is the UK, including a helpful, Bayram, the Turkish bartender.  I had imagined diversity in this part of the Outer Hebrides to centre mainly around religious lines of the Christian kind, with Gaelic dialects and, perhaps, right or left-handed pipers making up the difference.  The diversity of people that now make up the Western Isles would be a theme of my visit, from the older London couple that staffed the Creagorry Post Office, the hotel’s South Asian cleaning staff, to the non-Scots check-out person at the Co-op.  I found next to no opportunity to practice my now not-so-handy, “Ciamar a tha sibh?” or “An toir thu dhomh pòg?”.  I have to say now, my disappointment was not in the diversity of the Western Isles that I experienced – this was all good; “cool”, in fact; rather, it was the scarcity of Gaelic, and the potential for contact with possible “rellies”.        

Still, Benbecula and the Uists did not really, truly disappoint.  I came to the place with a couple of pages of hand-written information courtesy of my Auntie Eileen.  I knew where to go for some serious looks at the life that was my grandmother’s a long time ago.  My grandmother was born in 1890 and died in 1987, not far from the final resting place of the famous Lewisman, Donald Morrison, the Megantic Outlaw, a fellow immigrant to Canada.  I stood in the ruins of her black house across from the old school house in Torlum.  Like so many Gaels I know, still well preserved — resilient, in fact.  I managed to walk the same ground and saw the same sea.

View from ruined home of Margaret Teresa McBain looking at old Torlum  school house, Benbecula

All in all, I was glad to tromp around bonnie Benbecula and can happily suggest you do the same.  I know I’ll be back.  A few photos here for those especially interested.

M.    

PS.  To put it all in the realm of the here, the now:  Blackberry users note: service is fine from Lochmaddy to Lochboisdale. 

9 Comments

  1. Mike, great photo’s there! I am reminded of the Jig “Over To Uist.” Hope all is well.

    Comment by Sean Mc — September 2, 2008 #

  2. Thanks, Sean! I hope you and Annie are enjoying Europe. I’m sure the band playing in Paris with Andre Rieu was pretty great! Cheers, M

    Comment by mike — September 2, 2008 #

  3. So THAT’s where you disappeared to after the Worlds. Good choice. We went last summer for a few days. My rellies emigrated from South Uist on the ship “Alexander” in 1772, and when I was first there for the Games [July 1978] the ladies in the tea tent were able to geographically locate where the folks lived. We had four glorious days there in 2007, and it was the highlight of the summer.

    Comment by iainmacd — September 3, 2008 #

  4. Get rid of the midges and I could see “glorious”! M

    Comment by mike — September 3, 2008 #

  5. That explains it, then. No midges when we were there. : )

    Comment by iainmacd — September 3, 2008 #

  6. Great post! Nothing on earth tops the Western Isles on a fair summer day, and it looks like you had a few. Here’s hoping that the muse struck in a big way!

    Comment by aberthoff — September 4, 2008 #

  7. Thanks, Andrew! I had both the wet and the sun, and glad of it. Not sure about the Muse but will say a great place to reflect …when not swatting midges. M.

    Comment by mike — September 4, 2008 #

  8. Mike, great site, haven’t looked at it for a while. There has been plenty of piping in the Old Schoolhouse, that’s where John and Allan Burnett grew up (John had prizes in the Silver Medal in the late 90s). Their father Ray wrote the definitive history of Benbecula, as well as establishing the Young Piper of the Year contest at the School.

    I’ve played my pipes within earshot of your ancestral homestead many a time. Midges in Uist? No, it’s always too windy. It’s the flies and cleggs that are the little b$st@rds! Anyway, one of the world’s finest venues for a beach barbeque is Lionaclait Beach, just behind the Dark Island Hotel.

    Comment by donald — September 22, 2008 #

  9. Thanks for your note, Donald. It’s almost a relief to know there was/is piping (and such great playing!) in Benbecula – Torlum, especially. Maybe next time I’ll hear it – maybe on Lionaclait beach! I’ll look for Ray Burnett’s work. Thanks for the tip. Cheers, Mike

    Comment by mike — September 22, 2008 #

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