Four thick walls with rounded corners,
On the shore of this Deer Cliff
Four generations lived and left,
At the foot of this Deer Cliff
One hundred-and-thirty years of life,
At the place they call Deer Cliff
Through Clearance, flood and famine
They stayed at this Deer Cliff
Tailoring and Fishing,
Working from this Deer Cliff
Knitting, Weaving, Wool-spinning,
Turn threads to webs of time
Wool-Weaving and Tweed-Making,
Clo Mhor from this Deer Cliff
Nineteen-Fifty saw the end,
The final breath was taken.
Four solid walls and generations,
Direcleit home spun to dereliction.
Fàilte! (Welcome!)This blog is the result of my ongoing research into the people, places and events that have shaped the Western Isles of Scotland and, in particular, the 'Siamese-twins' of Harris and Lewis.
My interest stems from the fact that my Grandfather was a Stornowegian and, until about four years ago, that was the sum total of my knowledge, both of him and of the land of his birth.
I cannot guarantee the accuracy of everything that I have written (not least because parts are, perhaps, pioneering) but I have done my best to check for any errors.
My family mainly lived along the shore of the Sound of Harris, from An-t-Ob and Srannda to Roghadal, but one family 'moved' to Direcleit in the Baighs...
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