Blackhouse Village of Gearrannan on Lewis

by Brian Sutherland

The wind blew and souched around the blackhouses. The rain was carried on the wind and our spirits were low. We stepped inside Gearrannan blackhouse hostel closed the door and there was silence. It was warm, snug and quiet. The thick walls and the deep thatch kept all the noise of the wind outside where it belonged. All thoughts of weather disappeared and we relaxed.