There are still a few spots available on our cruise around the Western Isles that departs from Oban on September 11. See the following link for more information:
https://www.hebrideanadventures.co.uk/products/adventures-in-search-of-the-past-cruise
There are still a few spots available on our cruise around the Western Isles that departs from Oban on September 11. See the following link for more information:
https://www.hebrideanadventures.co.uk/products/adventures-in-search-of-the-past-cruise
I have driven across the Lewis/Harris bridge many times over the past 30 years. The bridge, on the A859, links the two islands as it crosses over Abhainn a' Mhuil. Next to the highway bridge is the old bridge, which is no longer used for vehicle traffic. The last time I passed this way, I did something different. I parked at the pullout 300 feet south of the bridge, then walked along a stretch of the old highway to the two bridges.
Once there, I scrambled down to the bank of the stream. It had been a dry summer, so the stream was low; its turbid waters cascaded under the new bridge, then under the old one, before tumbling down to Loch Seaforth.
Why, you ask, did I come here? The reason was to see the two inscriptions beneath the bridge. The first, on the southern (Harris side), was very worn, and read:
Eilean na Hearadh, eilean cùbhraidh nam beannaibh: The island of Harris, the scented isle of hills
Eilean Leoòhais, eilean bàigheil an fhraoch: The Island of Lewis, the friendly heather isle
If you ever find yourself staying at the Rhenigidale Hostel, be sure to wander a mile up the west shore of Loch Seaforth to the deserted croft at Nostar (NB 226 033). To get there, you start by following the path that leaves the Rhenigidale road 150 feet SE of the hostel.
The path ends just beyond the house at an elegant footbridge over the Gearraidh Mhurchaidh Burn. From there it’s a cross-country bash through heavy vegetation as you climb 200 feet up and over the east shoulder of Mulla. Once at the top, it’s an easy descent into the croft land of Nostar.
At Nostar there are the ruins of several homes. The most substantial is a house that was never completed. A while back I was told the story behind the unfinished house, but my memory fails me. If anyone out there knows the story, please get in touch.
In the 1890s, Nostar was home to a family of eight: Donald MacInnes (Domhall Nostair), his wife Chirsty, and their six children. Their story is quite tragic. Donald had acquired a 30-foot herring fishing boat in 1893, and in December of that year Donald and his crew of four went missing.
The crew that sailed out with Donald on a December day in 1893 included his 15-year-old son Norman and three men from Eilean Anabaich, which lies three miles northwest of Rhenigidale. The men from Eilean Anabaich were Donald MacInnes’ brother-in-law Roderick Shaw, Roderick's son Angus, and Roderick's brother Angus.
After anchoring off the west coast of the mainland with two other Rhenigidale boats, Claymore and Try Again, the three ships set out to return home. A storm blew up when they were near the Shiants. It started snowing and they became separated. Only Claymore and Try Again made it home to Loch Seaforth. A few days later (Dec 12) a shepherd found two drowned men tied together on the shore near Sandwood Bay (pictured below), 60 miles from where they were last seen.
The Sandwood shepherd was from Lewis and recognized the bodies as Donald MacInnes and his son Norman. (The two men were buried at Oldshoremore Cemetery, four miles south of Sandwood). A bit later a search party discovered the wreck of Donald’s boat north of Sandwood on Strathcailleach Beach. Then, on Dec 18, the bodies of Angus Shaw and his nephew were recovered and buried at Oldshoremore. The last of the five-man crew, Roderick Shaw, was never found.
Donald MacInnes of Nostar left behind his wife Chirsty and six children: Duncan (13), Roderick (11), William (9), Margaret (6), Marion (4), Donald (2), and Norman (10 months). Roderick Shaw of Eilean Anabaich left behind his wife Salvia (Donald MacInnes’ sister) and five children: Duncan (14), Donald (13), Kenneth (11), Margaret (8), and Mary Kate (18 months).
The most recent tenant of Nostar (that I know of) was Kenny MacKay, who still lives in Rhenigidale. Kenny was the last postman to have the route to Rhenigidale before the road was built in 1987, and his story is told in Rhenigidale: A Community’s Fight for Survival, published by Acair in 2016. An interesting reminder of Kenny’s time at Nostar is the rusting ruin of his tractor.
Also to be seen at Nostar is a strange object snaking its way down from the top of the ridge. It is the remains of a very long pipe set in place to bring fresh water down from a mountain loch to the shore. It was a failed attempt to come up with a way to clean sea lice from farmed salmon (freshwater kills the lice). It was a failure, but the fish farm is still there. (The location of the pipe is indicated with arrows in the next photo.) The second photo below is looking east from Nostar to the fish farm and 1470-foot-high Caiteseal.
Here ends a stunning walk up the far shores of Loch Seaforth. If you are inclined to make it a loop walk, you can head west over the ridge from Nostar and then drop down to the road. From there, a two-mile walk will take you back to the hostel (pictured below). Otherwise, return the way you came.