hebridean island

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“My Ghost is still there” … from an abandoned croft on the Hebridean island of Tiree. I haunt this place in my imagination.

Indeed ghostly and eerie! Terrifically captured and processed.

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On February 5th 1941 a young man was combing a beach in South Uist when he saw a ship in trouble and beginning to list, the captain fought a valiant struggle with the stormy sea to keep his ship on course but it was futile, his ship came to rest on sandbanks off the Isle of Eriskay where she began to flood.

This ship would go down in history and would arguably become the most famous shipwreck in the Hebridean islands primarily because of it’s cargo, amongst other things 260,000 bottles of whisky, the ships name? The SS  Politician.
Unfortunately as the ship had veered off course an incorrect location was given to the lifeboat crew on Barra. Local islanders were roused and they set forth in a sailing boat to offer assistance to the crew. The lifeboat finally reached the ship and all the crew were rescued.

When the locals learned from the crew exactly what the ship was carrying, a series of illegal salvage operations took place at night, before the customs and excise officials arrived. The islands supplies of whisky had dried up due to war-time rationing, so the islanders periodically helped themselves to some of the 260,000 bottles of whisky before winter weather broke up the ship. Boats came from as far away as Lewis as news of the whisky travelled across the Outer Hebrides. No islander regarded it as stealing, as for them the rules of salvage meant that once the bounty was in the sea, it was theirs to rescue.

This of course was not the view of the local customs officer, Charles McColl, who was incensed at the blatant thievery that was going on. Not a penny had been paid in duty for this whisky so Mr McColl whipped up a furore and made an official complaint to the police. Villages were raided and crofts were turned upside down. Bottles were hidden, secreted, or sometimes drunk in order to hide the evidence.

On 26 April at Lochmaddy Sheriff Court a group of men from Barra pleaded guilty to theft and were charged between three and five pounds. Mr McColl was furious at the leniency of the men’s sentences, but the police, being mainly locals themselves, were tired of the bothering the locals who had not, in their minds, done such a bad thing. However, Mr McColl continued his crusade against these illegal salvagers and some of the men were sentenced to up to six weeks in prison in Inverness and Peterhead.

Back at sea, the official salvage attempts were not going too well, and it was eventually decided to let the Politician remain where she was. Mr McColl, who had already estimated that the islanders had stolen 24,000 bottles of whisky, ensured that there would be no more temptation. He applied for, and was granted, permission to explode her hull and as one islander, Angus John Campbell, commented: “Dynamiting whisky. You wouldn’t think there’d be men in the world so crazy as that!”

In 1987 Donald MacPhee, a local South Uist man, found eight bottles of whisky in the wreck. He sold them at auction for £4,000.

The wreck of the SS Politician still lies off the coast of Eriskay, although it is below the water line as winter gales have destroyed the deck and cabins. In 1988 the island got its own ‘legitimate’ pub, named ‘Am Politician’.

The events surrounding this ship were immortalised in the “fictional” book and a year later film Whisky Galore. The pic of the bottle is an original salvaged from the wreck, it is on display in the pub on Eriskay, you can pick up decanted bottle for as little as £70, not bad for a piece of history.

For the benefit of Anonymous who asked about Scottish beaches - and for anyone else who is interested - Algy agreed to model a fine example of the shell sand typically found on the beaches of the west coast of Scotland, in this case on Algy’s own beach. Of course the sand is not exactly dry - and therefore it might be more accurately described as so hard that it is painful to the tail feathers, rather than soft - but you can’t have everything :)

On a beach like Algy’s - and bearing in mind the Scottish weather - it’s not so much the sand that is the main attraction as the wonderful view of the Hebridean islands dotted about the ocean, and the surrounding environment…