Wreck of Annie Jane remembered

By Fred Silver

The deadly rage of a long-forgotten night-time storm is recalled in Acair’s book The Wreck of the Annie Jane which tells how the timbers of the wooden sailing ship cracked and splintered. Shivering and praying in almost complete darkness, the victims felt the masts and rigging being swept away, leaving the Annie Jane adrift in an immense storm that took hundreds of lives along the west coasts of Britain and Ireland.

Then with its over-heavy cargo of iron shifting lethally below decks, a vast wave swept across the deck taking all the remaining structures away…along with the lives of almost all those who had fled to the deck from the pitch-dark watery hell below.

Remaining alive…one man with his arms wrapped around the stump of a mast and a woman who hung on with one of her children strapped to her body.

The shattered wreck of the Annie Jane was swept ashore in three parts on the Island of Vatersay in the southern part of the Western Isles and when daylight came on September 29th 1853, only 102 had survived of the total of at least 450, mostly young people, aboard. The average age of both crew and victims was around 22! It is not known exactly how many were killed as those under 10 were not listed as passengers.

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Episodes from the islands’ past

By Fred Silver

When Acair, the Stornoway publishers, brought out their book William MacGillivray, A Hebridean Naturalist’s Journal 1817-18, edited by Dr Robert Ralph, in 1996, it was revolutionary. 

Why?  After all, it was already more than 175 years old by then.  Yet it was one of several recently published works to show how, despite the Islands being, as the saying goes, ‘full of history’ so much of it had been forgotten.

Two centuries after the young man who was to become a pioneer ornithologist of great international significance wrote this journal about a year in south Harris, Acair have republished it in a new edition, with an introduction by the newly established writer James Macdonald Lockhart whose own life and work, including the book Raptor, have been inspired by the Hebrides and by William MacGillivray.

James Macdonald Lockhart’s great-grandfather, Seton Gordon, was a renowned ornithologist, who studied and photographed golden eagles in the Highlands. But Raptor flies in another direction – toward William MacGillivray. James Macdonald Lockhart discovered the overlooked ornithological legend during long days of research in Oxford’s Alexander Library of Ornithology.  “There was something about his voice I really warmed to.  I felt kinship with him.”  At the beginning of Raptor, readers encounter MacGillivray in 1819, aged 23, resembling the poet John Clare: complaining he has “no peace of mind” and about to embark on a walk from Aberdeen to London.

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Boat lore and seagoing terms

By Fred Silver

Acair has a whole range of published books with a few copies still available – and one is the extraordinary softback volume `Muir is Tir` by George MacLeod.

Published in 2005, it contains more than 100 pages of Gaelic terms and bilingual descriptive notes along with drawings centred on traditional Lewis-based fishing in the late 19th/early 20th century.

The late George Macleod of Great Bernera, Lewis, brings together nautical terms, weather forecasts, sea and fishing lore and all matters relating to shipping along Island shores which are illustrated with delightfully intricate black-and-white drawings by the author himself. Featuring both Gaelic and English, the book creates a great archive of old Gaelic terms for fishing boats.

The late Rev Donald Macaulay, also of Great Bernera and a one-time convener of the Western Isles council, tells in the introduction how George Macleod came from a fishing family, being born in the 1890s, when fishing from the West Side of Lewis was already passed its height as trawlers were plundering the stocks that even generations of Islands long-line fishermen had failed to undermine.

Even if Gaelic is not your interest, the pages will give insights into the minds of fishermen in those days…for instance, a page of ways to refer to boats from ‘’bata easgaidh” – an active, lively, fast boat - to “Droch bhata” – a bad (or unsafe) boat.
Muir is Tir, George Macleod, £12

Ship wreck exposed on Lewis beach

Recently exposed on Cliff Beach in Uig, Isle of Lewis, are some of the remains of the Esra, a three –masted wooden barque, which was wrecked on November 3, 1898.  Built in 1874 in Norway, the Esra lost her rudder off the Butt of Lewis, and headed down the coast for shelter from a storm, and it is thought she was grounded on purpose at Camas na Clibhe. 

She was on passage from Norway to Belfast with a cargo of timber.  Local man Malcolm Smith swam out with a rope and 10 crew and one passenger were brought ashore - they were housed by families in Uig until they could return to Norway.  The ship’s bell, bible and a couple of other items were gifted to local people and are now lent to Uig museum. The cargo of timber was used in Baille na Cille church and in local houses. The mast was used in the sheep fank at Cliff.

The last time the wreck was so exposed was 1960 when some wood was taken away and carved into ashtrays.

Rare moths, ancient remains…all part of the Uig story


By Eric John MacDonald 

Mary Sherwood Campbell - author of the sadly forgotten classic ‘Flora of Uig’ - made her first visit to the Hebrides in the summer of 1939.

She wrote later:“ I had been told that the finest scenery in the Outer Hebrides was in Western Lewis.  Even so, I was surprised by its wild magnificence.  Rocky hills giving an illusion of much greater height than their actual maximum of 1855 feet; coastal cliffs more rugged and precipitous than those of Cornwall or Land’s End; sandy bays fringing a sea of Mediterranean colour flanked by dunes and flower carpeted machair.  Beyond them, tiny villages, some with cottages of the old thatched type interspersed with strips of cultivation and ample peat stacks.  And all around one sees evidence of ancient settlements and long vanished cultures.”

If you stand in the middle of Uig Sands - the Traigh Mhòr - today the scene she so vividly described 70 years ago is barely changed.  The thatched houses are gone but the hills, the flower carpeted machair and the rugged cliffs remain.  Within 15 minutes you can visit an Iron Age fort (Dun Borranish), a couple of Bronze Age cairns, the site of a probable Neolithic chambered tomb and the ruins of an early Christian chapel.  On one side of the bay is the spot where the Viking Age chess pieces were found; on the other the 18th century manse Baile na Cille and its ancient cemetery.  Nearby is all that remains of the old village of Erista, cleared of its inhabitants in the 1840’s.

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