Showing posts with label Mull. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Mull. Show all posts

Wednesday, April 30, 2025

Hebridean Healers - Crois an Ollaimh - Mull

It is always depressing to leave Iona. I needed something to cheer me up, so as we drove east across the Ross, I looked at my tattered OS Landranger Map 48 for inspiration. There were several inspiring notes I’d made on it over the years. One read: ‘Quarry used in Skerryvore’. The note pointed to Camus Tuath, a bay on the Ross between Iona and Bunessen, where the granite used in the Skerryvore light was quarried. To get to it required a two-mile round-trip walk. That would take at least two hours. We had a ferry to catch, so the quarry had to wait another time.

Another note on the map read: ‘Ardtun—leaf beds and like Giant’s Causeway.’ It is at Ardtun that you’ll find fascinating basalt pillars, exposed lava tubes, and fossil beds. But, like the quarry at Camus Tuath, seeing Ardtun would require a couple of hours. So far, my search for easy inspiration has failed. Then, as we neared the head of Loch Scridan, I noticed a two-word note on the map that read: ‘To Beatons’. An arrow next to the note pointed to one of those not very informative but still enticing, one-word notations the OS uses to mark historic sites. The word, printed in an ancient-looking Celtic font, was ‘Cross.’ 

And so we parked at a layby near Pennycross Farm (NM 5065 2619). That placed us 200 feet south of the cross. It was a difficult 200 feet. At the start, I had to jump across the slow-moving waters of Allt Ruaidh. From there, it was a slow walk across rocky terrain hidden under grass and heather. The cross was enclosed by a spiked iron fence, like those that guard the tombstones of the well-to-do or famous. JP MacLean describes the cross in History of the Island of Mull (1923):

This cross is rudely cut out of a block of slate, not belonging to the island. It is fixed by a well-cut mortice into a square block of Gribun sandstone, which rests on a pyramidal pile of basalt blocks from the immediate vicinity. There is a tradition that it was erected to the memory of one of the famous Beatons, that family being noted for success in the healing art. This belief probably owes its origin to the letters on the stone.

The cross, which may date to the eighth century, is named on some maps as Crois an Ollaimh, the cross of the doctor and is made of Moine granulite, not slate. Due to weathering and the continual erosion of a crusty, grey lichen, the letters on it were barely visible. A drawing in TS Muir’s Ecclesiological Notes on some of the Islands of Scotland records the inscription as 'GMB 1582 DMB.' According to the RCAHMS Inventory (Argyll Vol. 3, Item 319): ‘It seems probable that the initials stand for Gille-Coluim [Malcolm] MacBethadh and his son Domnall, members of the Beaton family who, before the 17th century, used the surnames MacBethadh and Mac an Ollaimh indiscriminately.’

As for why a memorial to the Beatons was placed at Pennycross, a half mile from Pennygael, a return to the well of information in MacLean’s History of the Island of Mull reveals the following:

John, the most celebrated of that race (the Beatons) lived at Pennyghael in Mull. Near his residence he had a botanical garden where he raised many different kinds of plants, with which he experimented, using such tests as should indicate what effect would result when administered for various diseases. It is probable that to this garden may be traced many exotic plants that long continued to be used for curative and other purposes. 

The Beatons had the farm of Pennycross, and their home was on the old road near NM 50715 26057, some 500 feet southeast of where I’d parked. (Neither the house nor the road exists today.) The Beatons were famed for the use of healing plants. Their half-acre botanical/physic garden was sited within a three-sided enclosure shown on the 1880 OS Map centred at NM 5073 2610. Their vast herbal pharmacopoeia included wormwood for intestinal parasites, fennel for vision difficulties, foxglove for heart problems, rosemary for improving memory, St John’s Wort for depression, and thyme for respiratory diseases.

The Beaton name evolved from MacBethadh/MacBetha/MacBeth. They were physicians to the Lords of the Isles for over three centuries, and to quote from the book Hebridean Healers: The Beatons of Mull: ‘They were well educated at leading European medical universities and combined this knowledge with their herbal lore to effect successful cures, which earned great renown.’ In addition to Mull, there were Beaton doctors on Islay, Bute, Colonsay, Uist, and Skye. TS Muir mentioned the various branches of the Beatons in Characteristics of Old Church Architecture in the Mainland & Western Islands of Scotland (1861). His description includes the following about Neil Beaton of Skye.

Of this lot of Beatons, Neil seems to have been the most celebrated, and so prompt and potent were his cures, particularly of "Running-sores, grievous Headaches, Coughs, and pains in the Belly," that patients flocked to him from all places, ever so distant, for the benefit of his vegetable juices, extracted from "Plants and Roots after a Chymical way, peculiar to himself" or rather, as was quietly surmised, to the devil, from whom, for a consideration, payable at a certain date, he had been favoured with the Recipe.

It was not only the Lords of the Isles that employed the Beatons. A Patrick MacBeth was physician to Robert the Bruce, and Beaton doctors attended the Kings of Scotland from The Bruce on through the reign of James VI, James VII/II, and Charles I.

The Beatons became firmly established on Mull when MacLean of Duart awarded the farm of Pennycross to Andrew Beaton, the first Ollamhan Muileach, in 1572. Their Pennycross physic garden was probably established at the same time. Sixteen years later, Andrew was succeeded as Ollamhan Muileach by his son Malcolm, whose initials are on the cross. In 1588, Malcolm was aboard the Spanish Galleon San Juan de Sicilia (sometimes referred to as the Florencia or Florida) when it was blown up in Tobermory Bay. He was one of the few survivors of this bit of sabotage and was “blowen on the shoaare with the upper decke”.

Malcolm’s son Domhall succeeded his father as Ollamhan Muileach. The next in line was Domhall’s son John. Born in 1594, John was the fourth and last Ollamhan Muileach. When he died in 1657, John was buried on Iona, where an elaborate tombstone was erected by his grandson Donald in 1674. The Beatons were mostly gone from Pennycross when MacLean repossessed the farm in 1719.

My wife was patiently waiting in the car, so I did not linger at the cross. Even though it was a short visit, my post-Iona depression had lifted. The Beatons cured me: I’d not ingested any St John’s Wort, but I had inhaled the sweet sea air of Port Bìrlinne. As the name implies, this was once a landing place for those crossing the loch to Tiroran or arriving on the Ross to seek help from An t-Ollamhan Muileach. Birlinns no longer ply these waters, and although it was a good day for sailing, no boats were to be seen. It was also a good day for walking. A sea breeze kept the midges away and masked the sound of the occasional car passing on the highway.

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These days, a walk to Crois an Ollaimh is much easier; a plank bridge crosses the stream, and a path leads to the cross. But I am glad it was a bit of a struggle when I went there on a grey day in 1992. It was my early years of island trekking, and that short but challenging walk inspired many more to come. For the history of the Beatons and their physic garden, see Hebridean Healers: The Beatons of Mull, by Christine Leach, Andrea Cameron, Miek Zwamborn, and Elizabeth Carter (Origin, 2024).  

Thursday, July 26, 2018

The Adventures of Hjalmar Bjorge - Season 3, Episode 10

The Continuing Adventures of Hjalmar Bjorge
Season 3 - Episode 10 of 10 - Mull to Oban
Exploring the Isles of the West Cruise    June 2-11, 2018

Sunday, June 10 – Island 16 - Mull 

The last full day of the cruise started with a slow motor below the high southern cliffs of the Ross of Mull. Around noon we came to a stop below Eas Criarichan - a waterfall that tumbles 600 feet to the sea, where we spotted an eagle’s eyrie on the cliff-face; the eagle soaring high above. From there we headed east below Gorrie's Leap and Carsaig Arches. Then the anchor was dropped in Loch Buie where we went ashore for the last walk of the cruise.


Carsaig Arches
Carsaig Arches
Our walk would be a long one, as Mark, Anna and Karen were going to take the ship around to Loch Spelve, where we would meet up with him in the afternoon. We'd be covering some five miles on the walk, but since the ship had to circle around the Laggan Peninsula, Mark had 20 sea-miles ahead of him to get to Loch Spelve.


Even though it was a Sunday, the tiny post office at Loch Buie was open. After a look inside we passed a monument to the coronation of Edward VII and Queen Alexandra in 1902.

Debbie at the Post Office

Wolfgang at the monument
On our way to Moy Castle we took a peek inside the beautiful little church of St Kilda, a church dedicated to a saint that never existed – although one of its stained glass windows does depict a Saint Kilda.




The St Kilda Window
The pastor here, in the 1920s, was Thomas Hannan, author of several classic island books such as Iona: And Some Satellites (1931), and The Beautiful Island of Mull (1926). Even though the church dates to 1876, the site had religious significance long before that. When they were digging down to lay the church foundations they discovered this cross stone (possibly 12th century).


From the church it was a short walk past Loch Buie House to reach Moy Castle.

Loch Buie House

Moy Castle
Moy was the home of the Maclaine chiefs of Mull from about 1400 to 1752. It is a shame you can not go inside, as the ruin is dangerous. But I was fortunate to have been given a tour in 2003. The highlight was seeing the pit-prison: a bottle-dungeon half filled with water.

Moy Castle pit - but no pendulum
Moy was a focal point of the 1947 movie I know where I'm Going (see this I know where I'm Going website). You can find more on the castle, along with pictures of its interior, at this link.


A quarter mile due north of Moy is the Lochbuie stone circle. But to get there we had to circle around the grounds of Loch Buie house, as they don't want tourists tramping through the estate. So instead of a pleasant quarter mile hike through green fields, we had to make a two-mile circuitous road walk to the circle.

Loch Buie Stone Circle
To me, this elegant, and almost complete stone circle, rivals any other in Scotland, including Callanish; both in its stunning setting and, especially, its lack of tourist crowds. Before we left the circle we posed for a group photo. (Missing from the photo is Wolfgang. No, I didn't lose him; he'd decided to stay back near the road where we'd be commencing our three-mile walk to Loch Spelve.)


As we'd been walking we noted a few “Beware Adders” signs and, sure enough, an adder was spotted. But it was not a danger, having been run over by a passing car.

Adder road kill - Vipera Flattus? 
After an hour's walk along the shore of Loch Uisge we reached the head of Loch Spelve, where Mark and Anna picked us from the beach. After our long walk it was good to relax on deck with a cold beer. Even better was looking forward to dinner and a quiet night at anchor in the calm waters of Loch Spelve.

Monday, June 11 – Back to Oban

Our quiet night ended when the engines roared to life at 7am. By 8:30 we were in Oban, and after a massive brunch said our goodbyes. This was my 12th voyage on Hjalmar Bjorge, and it was one of the best. We were fortunate in many ways: exceptional weather, good company, great food, and excellent care from Mark, Anna and Karen. In total we managed to set foot on the following 16 islands – a record for any trip I’ve been on before:

Eileach an Naoimh, Belnahua, Scarba, Eilean Mor, Gigha, Cara, Nave, Oronsay, Erraid, Eorsa, Inchkenneth, Gometra, Ulva, Lunga, Iona, Mull

I enjoyed sailing with all of you, and hope to see you again. I will definitely be seeing Nigel and Wolfgang as they've signed on to next year's North Rona cruise. (NB: As of July 25th there is still one spot left for a male sharing a cabin.) And Hazel, I'll see you on next year's Ireland trip (which sold out almost as soon as it was advertised). If anyone has suggestions for islands to include in a 2020 cruise please let me know. 2019 should be great, but I am looking forward to 2020 in oh so many ways...

On the Brownie's Chair
Front row: Debbie, Clare, Michael, Wolfgang
Second row: Liz, Nigel, Dave, Jane
Top Row: Mike, Hazel

(Photo credit: Brownie)

Saturday, December 9, 2017

Western Isles Hotel - Tobermory

On our first trip to Scotland my wife and I wanted to stay at the Western Isles Hotel. It is an historic hotel, built in 1882, high on the hill above Tobermory. A more scenic place to stay would be hard to find. 

Tobermory Bay - Western Isles Hotel at upper right
But they only had one vacant room. And so my parents, who were travelling with us, were able to stay, but my wife and I had to find a B&B on the other side of town. Since then my wife and I have stayed in the hotel twice, and I stayed there by myself for a few winter days in 2000 (see book 1, chapter 13). The price has gone up quite a bit since then, and now costs something like 200 a night in the summer. But it's well worth it to stay in this amazing place, which made an appearance in the 1945 classic island film 'I Know Where I'm Going' (see this link).




I happen to like the old building, but this excerpt about the hotel, from Frank Walker's excellent  book Argyll and the Islands, is not complementary:

A ponderous building constructed in whinstone rubble with red sandstone dressings...was erected at a time when it seemed that Victorian tourism might make Tobermory one of the most fashionable watering places in the west. High above the Mishnish pier ...its grim skyline dominates the bay.

It can be grim; on a wet and windy day. But on a bright spring day, with the harbour below full of ships, it is anything but grim. I have found myself 'stranded' in Tobermory several times over the years. By stranded, I mean on a cruise where the fellow passengers wanted to go ashore to visit the shops. I am not a shopper, so to pass the time I'll go for a walk east to Aros Park, or west to the Rubha nan Gall lighthouse. Then I'll spend whatever time is left enjoying a beer, along with the view, up on the patio of the Western Isles. Try it, I think you'll like it.

View from the bar patio

Monday, November 13, 2017

Islands from the Air

During my last flight to the UK I had a window seat. As we approached the Western Isles there was not a cloud in the sky, and I had am amazing bird's-eye view of the islands; starting with Scarp, then the islands in the Sound of Harris, all the way over Skye, the Small Isles, and Mull. But, sadly, I did not have a camera with me.

And so on the flight home a few weeks later I made sure I had a camera. But, of course, the weather was bad. Even so, between the clouds the occasional island made a brief appearance. I was blessed with tantalizing views of Colonsay, Insh, Mull, Iona, Inchkenneth, Hyskier, Eriskay, and South Uist. Shortly after passing Eriskay the clouds decided I'd seen enough, and closed in completely. I pulled down the blind, and went to sleep with visions of islands dancing in my head.

Here are a few island views from 10,000 feet.

Colonsay and Oronsay

Insh - once home to a Brownie and a naked hermit
Loch Buie - Mull


The Ross of Mull - Iona at the far end

Inchkenneth and Little Colonsay

Hyskier

Last view of the isles - Eriskay and Rubha na h-Ordaig (South Uist)

Monday, October 26, 2015

William Black Memorial Light

Here are a few photos of the William Black Memorial Light, which sits near Duart Point, the black point, a mile south of Duart Castle on Mull. The light was built in 1900, two years after William Black died.

Black Memorial Light - 1
Black wrote some 30 novels in the 19th century. And it's appropriate that his memorial is on an Hebridean isle, for one of his most popular books, A Princess of Thule (1873), takes place on Lewis.

Black Memorial Light - 2
Black Memorial Light - 3
A metal plaque is mounted above the door of the tower which reads: To the dear memory of William Black, Novelist, Erected by his friends and admirers, in many lands, on a spot which he knew and loved.


In A Princess of ThuleWilliam Black made use of this legend of Gealachos. During the early days of the Norse raids on the Hebrides, there lived on Little Bernera Gealachos, the daughter of the island priest. Her name meant Fairfoot, and her favorite place on the island was a knoll near St Donnan’s Chapel above Temple Strand. She was kidnapped from there by Sweyn, king of the Norseman, and taken to Norway. Ensconced in Sweyn’s great hall for seven years, she led a sad existence, resisting the king’s persistent wooing. The king finally relented, returning her to Little Berneray to live out the rest of her life, which she devoted to helping the people of the island. To quote from the end of the story of Gealachos, as told in Donald Macdonald’s The Lews:

She made merry with those that made merry, and visited the bereaved and mourned with those that mourned; and where there was illness she was there to lend a hand and help with the nursing, for she was a born nurse. She lived to a great age, and when she died she was taken and buried on the edge of the temple strand, where she sleeps so peacefully within sound of the waves which gave her such great pleasure in the happy days of her youth.

No one reads Black's novels these days, but the story was so popular that in 1882 L Frank Baum based his first play on it: The Maid of Arran. Baum would go on to write The Wizard of Oz.

Little Bernera burial ground and Temple Strand
Where Gealachos sleeps peacefully within sound of the waves

Thursday, May 7, 2015

Ewen Little Head

Crannogs, man-made island strongholds, are interesting structures. The first I remember seeing is possibly the most seen crannog in Scotland. It lies in Loch Sguabain (Mull), a quarter-mile off the A849, and is easily seen from the tour buses that take thousands of people every year to Iona.

This particular crannog is more interesting than most. It has a name, and some of its history is known. Called 'Caisteal Eoghainn a' Chinn Bhig' (the castle of Ewen little head), it was last occupied by Ewan Maclaine in the 16th Century. You can read about Ewen, and how he lost his little head, in Thomas Hannan's The Beautiful Island of Mull, and in Alasdair Alpin Macgregor's The Ghost BookEwen was killed during a battle nearby (some Maclean/Maclaine infighting), and his head was cut off.

Macgregor includes Ewen's tale in chapter 3 of The Ghost Book - a chapter entitled  Haunted Lochbuie - because Ewen's headless ghost, riding atop a horse, is said to haunt Lochbuie House and the surrounding area. Seeing (or hearing) Ewen ride by was said to mean there'd be a death in the Maclaine family. Ewen was said to have been heard the night that Murdoch Maclaine, the 22nd chief, died in 1909. See the December 9, 2014 post for more on the death, and funeral, of Murdoch Maclaine. And see this CANMORE page for more on Ewen's Fort.

Ewen's Fort - Loch Sguabain
A mile and a half northeast of Loch Sguabain, on the hillside below the ruin of Torness cottage, you will find a small cairn that marks the spot where Ewen was decapitated in the battle of Glen Forsa. Every time I pass by I like to stop and add a stone to this memorial to Ewen Little Head, the Headless Horsemen of Lochbuie.

Ewen's Cairn - Glen Lussa

Sunday, December 21, 2014

A Walk to Shiaba

The walk to Shiaba is one of the best on Mull. It is usually done as an in-and-out four-mile walk from Kilvickeon Church. But it can also be done as a long through-hike from Kilvickeon to Gorrie's Leap and then north via Airigh Mhic Cribhain to Beach on the north coast of the Ross of Mull. 

At Shiaba you will find a dozen ruins dating to the early 1800s - it was abandoned in 1937. Most of the township lies a half-mile from the sea, but near the shore you will also find the ruins of fisherman's cottages, and the scant remnants of even older structures: beehive cells, a possible chapel, and a couple of standing stones (see sixth photo).

GoogleEarth view of Shiaba
To get to Shiaba leave your car in the parking area above Kilvickeon Church (see the last post) and follow the track to the east past Scoor Farm. I did this walk in 2007, since then Scoor farmhouse has been converted into self-catering apartments.

Scoor Farm - 2007
Once past Scoor continue to the end of the track near a large sheep wash. Then continue along a vague, but easy to follow route east for another mile. The village covers a large area, and it takes a while to see each house. The best preserved house is known as Shiaba cottage, which I assume was the one that was occupied until 1937 (next three photos).

Shiaba Cottage - 1
Shiaba Cottage - 2
Shiaba Cottage - 3
Standing Stone
When I made this walk in 2007 I intended to carry on to Gorrie's Leap (which you can see in the far distance in a few of the photos). I had tried to get there the year before by walking in from Carsaig, but I was not able to make it. (See chapter 13 of book 1 for the story of that failure.)

But a look across the three miles of rough countryside between Shiaba and The Leap persuaded me that it would be too much of a round-trip for one day, especially as my wife was waiting for me to return in time for dinner at the Ardachy Hotel (which is a wonderful base for exploring the Ross of Mull, Iona and Erraid).

So I turned my back on Gorrie's leap and started the hike back to Kilvickeon. Another two years would pass before I would finally stand atop The Leap - also see book 1, chapter 13. For more information on Shiaba, including details on the walking route, see this Mull Historical Society page. This RCAHMS page also has some - but not much - info on Shiaba. 

Looking east to Gorrie's Leap
Shiaba township
Looking south to the sea

Friday, December 19, 2014

Cille Mhic Eoghainn - Kilvickeon

In the Mull area there are two church and burial grounds known as Cille Mhic Eoghainn (Kilvickeon). They are dedicated to St Ernan, who was the son of St Eoghan, a nephew of St Columba. 

One of the Kilvickeons is on the south coast of Ulva, and to see it requires a long walk (see book 1, chapter 14). The other lies in a remote location on the Ross of Mull. But, that said, you can drive to it. As you travel west on the A849 turn left onto the Scoor road (just past Bunnessen School). After a mile the single track becomes unpaved. Carry on for another half mile, turn right, and after another mile you will reach a parking area at Kilvickeon.

Kilvickeon - Loch Assapol in the distance
I wanted to see the Mull Kilvickeon for two reasons. The first is that mounted on the wall of the 12th century church is one of the rare Scottish Sheela-na-gigs. The Sheelanagig.org site is a great reference for info on Sheelas, and they have a page on the Kilvickeon Sheela. Also see this Mull Historical Society page for information on Kilvickeon.

The second reason I wanted to go there is that the church is the starting point for two wonderful walks. One is a half-mile jaunt to see the beaches to the south (see last photo). The other walk is a four-mile round trip journey to the ghost village of Shiaba. It is one of the best hikes on Mull, and the subject of the next post.

Kilvickeon Church - both gable ends are gone
Kilvickeon Church - The Sheela-na-gig is set into the wall above, and to the left, of the doorway
This photo gives you an idea of how small the Sheela actually is
The Sheela
The beach below Kilvickeon