Following on from the put up “Slipway“, we continued on the Golden Road down the impoverished east coast of South Harris. The rocky shoreline quickly gave option to an unlimited expanse of peat moorland suffering from lochs and lochans. The land was devoid of bushes, save for these searching for shelter in a couple of gullies or nestled beside buildings. Those that existed had been bent by the wind and seemed to be begging for mercy.
It isn’t any marvel that these evicted to the East coast through the clearances regarded to the ocean to make their dwelling. What else was there?
The sea continues to offer bounty, however the days will not be as fruitful as they as soon as had been. The empty and ruined homes bear testimony to those who sought their fortune elsewhere.
In the South Eastern nook of Harris lies the Sixteenth-century church of Roghadal, devoted to St. Clements. It is believed that Alasdair Crotach MacLeod, the eighth clan chief of the MacLeods, was chargeable for the development of the present constructing. Inside the church lie various fantastic medieval tombs, the grandest one being put aside for Alasdair himself.
When we went to Roghadal Church, we discovered it to be protected by essentially the most belligerent of sheep. To keep away from the confrontation escalating any additional, we needed to cross on the opposite facet of the street. What a stand-off.
I didn’t take any photos contained in the church, feeling that any taken within the dim mild would fail to do it any justice.
Credit: the supply of knowledge used for Roghadal Church is ‘Walking on Harris and Lewis’ by Richard Barrett (Cicerone Publishing)