I first visited Berneray in 1986 I think and stayed in what was a Gatliff Hostel but now SYHA I think. At the time it was the most amazing place I’d ever been. We were short of a bottle of whisky and the only shop then was a non-licensed caravan. We asked a local if there was any whisky on the island and he drove us to his house and presented us with a bottle of Crawford’s whisky and half a dozen eggs, saying, ‘The whisky’s free because I don’t have a licence to sell it but the egg’s will be ten pounds’. Amazing beaches – swam nude from one of them but no one saw and memories of watching fulmar chicks breaking out of their eggshells on sand ledges to the north of the island. A ceilidh in the village hall which proclaimed that no drink would be for sale. Arriving there and find ing the locals with boxes of booze below the tables. Folk singing in Gaelic. Much friendly drunkness. Gathering cockles on the beach and whelks on the shore. Looking at stars that I’d never seen before and never wanting to leave. Later, Prince Charles came on a potato picking holiday and that sort of exposed it to the world and there’s a causeway and a proper village store now but I will always remember it as it was. Magical place with lovely people.over 7 years ago
Isle Of Berneray aka: Bheàrnaraigh, BeàrnaraidhNa H-Eileanan Siar.
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John writes back …
If anybody from Berneray ever visits Seattle I’ll buy them a beer!over 7 years ago
I received a wonderful email today. It’s from a gent named John who lives on Berneray. John says it best …
I’m always thrilled to find a place that has a small population, wants visitors and would be thankful for the modest amount of money I’ll spend while visiting. Hope to buy you a coffee or beer when I visit, John!over 7 years ago