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Five Weeks on the Monachs<br />
Five Weeks on the Monachs<br />
Like Watered Silk<br />
In spite of being almost featureless, the highest point is only<br />
62’ above sea level, great beauty features, both on a large-scale<br />
and in its details. For example, in high winds the sand-dunes<br />
re-arrange themselves in stripes like watered silk. In storms<br />
the sand has it unwanted side when a gently sloping beach<br />
could become a 30’ high cliff, impassable for new-born seals<br />
that were swept out to sea.<br />
One could spend a whole week sharing the island with 5000<br />
seals and their pups and, occasionally, with a feral cat which<br />
a visiting zoologist had left behind. No one but us went to<br />
the north and west, though the south-east and school-house<br />
would fill with lobster fishermen if the weather turned. We<br />
would then move out of the school-room, with its graffiti of<br />
ships, to the larder, with its powerful odours.<br />
They were lovable fisherman, bringing us fresh supplies and<br />
the occasional crab or lobster. In exchange we unravelled old<br />
nylon rope to make lobster-pots and brought firewood from<br />
the beach. Oakum or tarred fibre was picked out on the<br />
Sabbath because it was an indoor activity and therefore not<br />
visible to the Free Church minister, allegedly on North Uist<br />
... with binoculars!<br />
Working-lives<br />
The fishermen had varied life-stories. One was a native<br />
of the Monachs and had attended the school until evacuation.<br />
We had not appreciated that most of them had spent<br />
their working-lives in the Merchant Navy until one usually<br />
silent individual startled us by joining the discussion<br />
with “The last time I went through the Panama Canal<br />
...”<br />
Most were crofters from Grimsay and Benbecula, but<br />
one was Glaswegian, formerly a bouncer in a Paisley<br />
dance-hall before taking up a new life as a fisherman on<br />
retirement and entering public life as a community<br />
councillor. The army personnel connected to the<br />
Benbecula rocket range widened his social contacts and<br />
he was known to almost everyone by his conversational<br />
line, “So I said to the Brigadier ...”<br />
It was he who took us out for a day’s lobster fishing,<br />
thwarted by the few, undersized catches. As a bonus he<br />
took us to the then derelict lighthouse on Shillay where<br />
we saw Scotland’s only black white-coat seal pup - not<br />
melanistic, but born in the former keepers’ coal-house<br />
and thick with coal-dust. The ascent and descent of the<br />
lighthouse was made in total darkness for a torch had<br />
not been taken for fishing.<br />
Our Memories<br />
Here was quite a terrifying experience, with the steps<br />
treacherous from bird-droppings and the twigs of their<br />
nests as well as our memories from literary sources<br />
concerning the wicked uncle trying to kill Alan Balfour in<br />
Kidnapped. The writer was, of course, the really<br />
appropriate author, Robert Louis Stevenson, a member of<br />
the lighthouse-building dynasty.<br />
We recalled our personal space being<br />
invaded when at one sunrise a Sea King<br />
helicopter landed a few yards from our<br />
door landing a doctor wearing a wet-suit<br />
and carrying his medical bag. The reasons<br />
are too complicated to explain, although<br />
connected to Ceann Ear being the only<br />
uninhabited island to have a solarpowered<br />
telephone.<br />
On another occasion a Zodiac inflatable<br />
was run onto the beach, disgorged two<br />
telephone engineers and half-a-dozen<br />
squaddies who spent the afternoon<br />
building a large and ambitious sandcastle.<br />
This was quite a contrast to the time spent<br />
afterwards at home with our reference<br />
books, which provided such information<br />
that the Monachs were an official reserve<br />
because of the quality of the machair<br />
flowers.<br />
Exists in the Minds<br />
As autumnal visitors we could have been<br />
forgiven for asking, “What flowers?” Would<br />
someone who visited in <strong>June</strong> say, “What<br />
seals?” Would we have known about<br />
migrating geese if we had not stayed extra<br />
days because of bad weather? Every<br />
visitor to an island has a different picture<br />
to take home and arguably the island<br />
only exists in the minds of those experiencing<br />
it.<br />
Equally the memories in the minds of<br />
visitors and the images depicted in their<br />
photographs bestow immortality on the<br />
seals, the geese and on such as the infinite<br />
re-arrangement of sand grains to make<br />
ever-differing patterns.<br />
Rosa Baker (1940 - 2016) was born in<br />
Hereford, brought up in the Welsh<br />
Marches and lived for most of her life in<br />
North Wales. Her first Scottish island<br />
was Tiree (excavating with the<br />
Hunterian Museum, Glasgow) and then<br />
Orkney. With her family she continued<br />
excavating and holidaying in Scotland.<br />
She joined her husband on seal-research<br />
field-trips to such as the Monachs and<br />
North Rona. She visited 83 Scottish<br />
islands, as well as 91 others worldwide,<br />
and was in Orkney just two months<br />
before her death despite infirmity caused<br />
by Parkinson’s Disease.<br />
Page 8 Top: The school-house,<br />
Caenn Ear.<br />
Below: The author being rowed<br />
ashore, Ceann Ear.<br />
Left: Cutting up driftwood to burn.<br />
Below: A sleeping week-old seal<br />
pup on Ceann Ear.<br />
The photographs were taken by<br />
John Baker.<br />
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