Paulette’s husband was really helpful and spent ages discussing their business with me and giving me advice, I thought he was extremely generous in sharing his knowledge and really appreciated the time he gave me. Paulette also designs her own tweeds so I was particularly fascinated to see their colour blanket, woven on her selected warp, which shows the results of using a huge range of different weft threads.
Another sign of Lewis’ ancient history are the many standing stones and stone circles. The most well-known of these is Callanish. When walking amongst these amazing stones you can’t help feeling that they must have been of great significance to those who built them.
They certainly do have a mysterious and beautiful atmosphere.
We really enjoyed visiting the Iron Age House – it was surprisingly large inside and your eyes quickly adjusted to the darkness inside.
The Black House was cozy and you could imagine living in it – in fact when the previous owners built a new house they didn’t like it and moved back to the Blackhouse.
It was interesting to see that the construction reflected that of the much older Iron age House. For instance the double walls with earth and peat in between was a common feature and the housing of animals and people in adjascent areas had also been retained.
Lord Leverhulme (of Lever Brothers fame) owned the Isle of Lewis from 1918 – 1923 and during this time he was determined to improve road links on the Island. The bridge to nowhere – or Garry Bridge – is on the route of what was to be Lord Leverhulme’s new road to Ness.
Unfortunately local men returning from the Great War were not interested in his plans and wanted to return to their traditional crofting lives and with their own individual plots of land. So, although the bridge was built, the road goes no further.
However, if you leave your car in the little car park just before the bridge and walk over it (stopping on the way to admire the rugged River Garry) and up the track you will be rewarded with more glorious views and maybe lucky (as we were) to spot the white Tailed Eagles.