Our last day dawned dull and wet, but we hadn’t been to Kisimul Castle yet so this had to be the time. There is a little jetty to wait on, above, and a boat comes from the castle to pick up passengers on the hour and half hour. Here it is!
Kisimul Castle probably dates from the 1400s, though the rocky islet it is built on might have been fortified for several centuries before that. The stronghold of Clan MacNeil, it was significantly restored in the 20th century and since 2000 has been on 1,000 year lease to Historic Scotland.
Compare and contrast – the pictures below are from our visit in 1992 with our friends Pat and John. The basket, presumably for a beacon, above Pat’s head suggests these were taken at the top of the tower (the same basket can be seen in the gallery above if you look hard enough). It’s not possible to climb the tower now, which I found disappointing.
The weather showed no signs of improving, so once back on dry land we collected the car from the hotel and set off for Northbay. If nothing else, we knew there was a good place for lunch there! We were lucky to get a short, dry stroll on the Woodland Walk (woodland, however small, is something of a rarity on the islands).
Once we arrived in Northbay itself though, the heavens opened. We could have done with those yellow and orange waterproofs below. Fortunately, we could shelter in St Barr’s Church for the worst of it.
For lunch we visited the Heathbank Hotel which we remembered as a seedy dive on our last visit, but which has come up in the world since then. Our waiter confirmed our memories, that it had been very much a fishermans’ pub. His granny probably told him – he turned out to be the young man who played the fiddle as we ate our curry in Castlebay the previous evening. He’s also a student at Glasgow University, though we haven’t spotted him around. These coincidences don’t happen so much in Glasgow!
After lunch, we stopped once more to walk ( across rather wet ground) to the abandoned village of Bolnabodach on the shores of Loch Ob. These collapsed blackhouses date from 1810-1840.
From here it was back to the hotel to pack and load up the car, keeping just an overnight bag behind. Our ferry in the morning was at 0755 and we had to be in the queue by 0710 at the latest. A good night’s sleep was required!
It must have been so interesting to compare each place you visited with your earlier visit in the ‘90s. I am impressed that you still have photos, and that you were able to find them!
They were in boxes in the loft, neatly labelled with dates. I am a librarian, don’t forget!
They were all wonderful days, rain or shine – as I know you found too!
Yes, it was built on that rock! Amazing. There’s probably some health and safety reason for shutting off the tower. -18, yikes! We’ve been down to about -3 which is bad enough.
I know, I always like getting up a tower for the views from the top.
I’m not usually too into religious art, but I really like that mosaic in the church – it’s kind of adorable. Shame about not being able to climb the tower though!
I like it in context. Yes, was miffed about the tower!
No two days the same! That’s Scotland for you.
Impossible to go in UK, and then when you throw a book lover into the mix………..
Well, I was relying on ebooks till we hit the bookshop in Ullapool on day1!
The photographs were great – the weather not so much. I have never been to Barra but from what little I was told of the place, I kind of expected Kisimul Castle to be somewhat grander. Like the photographs of John – he takes a good photograph.
As castles go, it’s quite small – not much scope for expansion! John does take a good photo – always looks happy and relaxed.
Great photos! But what are black houses?
Thanks, Ann. Black houses are old stone cottages with thatched roofs and a central hearth with no chimney. The name might refer to the resulting soot! People lived at one end and animals lived at the other with a partition between them. Not pleasant!
Thanks for visiting – I’m glad you enjoyed the tour.
Thanks Hilary! Some soggy days, definitely, but others were wonderful.