The year 1918 is drawing to a close and Big Ben in London is about to
start striking the midnight hour. Six hundred miles to the north, HMY Iolaire is
ploughing her way north through the Minch, passing between Raasay, Rona
and the Scottish mainland. The weather, which had been reasonable upon
departure from Kyle, is turning increasingly windy. A heavy swell is
beginning to rise in response to the strong southerly wind. The
lighthouses, which serve as reference points for mariners in the Minch,
blink their messages to Iolaire. Milaid, on the rocky cliffs near Kebock Head; Rona; Tiumpan Head on the eastern extremity of the
Point Peninsula; and Arnish, near the entrance to Stornoway Harbour.
In dozens of houses in Lewis, glasses are charged to the New Year. The
last year of war is ending. Dry clothes are draped over beds, a stew is
heating over the fire. In the blackhouses in Ness, and the town houses
of Stornoway. A kettle is at the ready on the stove. A plate, cutlery
and cups on the table. From Eoropie to Brenish, from Lemreway to North
Tolsta, and between Manor Park and Newton, the same scene is repeated
over and over. Only two hours to go, the boat won't make Hogmanay. But
it does not really
matter, the boys will be home soon.
The clock strikes midnight. It is 1919.
Sunday, 31 December 2023
This night in 1918 - 11.59 pm
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