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I stayed at the youth hostel in the 90’s and had the place all to myself.

Thank you!

thanks for the professional and eloquent production.

I joined YHA in 1972 aged 19, taking out life membership for £25, I went on a number of weekend hosteling trips, for one reason or another my interest waned in hosteling, I discovered birdwatching which took my life over for 40 years from 1979 till 2018, now 50 years later and almost 70 my walking days are over having to use a mobility scooter, walking is difficult these days, when younger I was a member of my local rambling club for 25 years, walked several LDP,’s, always thought I would be able to continue till I dropped, so for anyone reading this the YHA was a superb introduction to the great outdoors, enjoy yourselves, chase your dreams, enjoy the bounty called nature that surrounds us remembering at the same time to help to protect it, remember guys old age may seem a good way away now but enjoy every moment because it won’t last for ever, mind you my membership worked out at 50p per year so far so I haven’t done too bad, and the hostels have got posh, bye Poggy

I miss Howmore, I've only been able to get there once since 1997, but visited regularly in the mid-90s. A special place...

Most enjoyable video.Informative and spectacùlar.Thanks

Thank you for posting. It's too many years since I was here, I love the place and would recommend it, without hesitation, to anyone who loves nature and wants an escape from the stresses of everyday life.

THanks for this lovely video.

I had been visiting this place each of the past five years for a few days to three weeks. I am totally in love with the tranquillity and picturesque landscape. And thanks for the two pictures at 0:28 and 4:59: I spot pre-road Reinigeadal picture I have not seen before. You can see the antenna above the then fresh rebuilt house at 0:28. So it was taken only a few years before the road came in the village.

stunning. I really must go!

I have recently read Peter May's books The Lewis Man; The Chessmen and the Blackhouse that stirred memories of times spent on Lewis and Harris. I supported the Trust for many years and attended their meetings. Now just ache to be back in these remote isles, walking and being self sufficient even now in my late 70s. Thanks for the video, Julian

The music in the video, Athchuinge, has the following words in Gaelic for which a translation is provided here. Athchuinge O Righ nan dùl ʼs nam feart tha shuas Do bheannachd gràsmhor dòirt a nuas, Le ’r tìr ʼs le ʼr teangaidh soirbheich fhein ʼS biodh clann nan Gaidheal fo sgàil do sgèith Prayer of Petition O Lord of the universe and of the hosts above Pour down your gracious blessings, With success for our own land and language And may the children of the Gael be sheltered under your wing

An excellent overview of Berneray and the hostel. Brings back memories of our visit there and the superb weather we enjoyed. The walks along the beautiful clean sands are highly recommended.

Fagail Bhernaraidh On chuir mi mo chùl ri stùcan eilean as bòidhch' Gu bheil mi gun sunnd fo thùrs' 's mo chridhe fo leòn Nuair thig na mo chuimhn' na glinn san robh mi o m' òig Far an iarrainn bhi tàmh gach là cho fad 's bhithinn beò Bheir sùil air mun cuairt 's a bhruaichean uile 's iad làn Seamarag is neòinean, sòbhrag bhuidhe ann a fàs Smeòrach nan geug air sgèith a'caithream gu h-àrd Cò chunnaic e riamh nach iarradh ann a bhi tàmh Bha'm pailteas ann riamh den bhiadh 's cha bhitheadh oirrn èis Bha iasg ann is feòil 's gach seòrs' air an cuireadh tù feum Tha lus ann a fàs bheir slàint' a dh'iomadach crèuchd Ann an eilean beag Bheàntraigh 's àille leam tha fon ghrèin Translated from the Gaelic by Murdo Macleod The Leaving of Berneray Since I bade farewell to the beautiful hillocky isle I am weighed down with sorrow and my heart is heavy Recalling the glens of my childhood Where I would wish to live for the rest of my days Take a look around and see its bountiful banks Where clover, daisy, and yellow primrose grow The thrush from the bough, on the wing, sings high above On seeing it the who wouldn’t wish to live there. Food was always plentiful and we were never in need There was fish and meat and everything you required Flowers grow there which can cure many ailments On the small island of Bernera the most beautiful place to me under the sun.

Fagail Bhernaraidh. Gaelic lyric On chuir mi mo chùl ri stùcan eilean as bòidhch' Gu bheil mi gun sunnd fo thùrs' 's mo chridhe fo leòn Nuair thig na mo chuimhn' na glinn san robh mi o m' òig Far an iarrainn bhi tàmh gach là cho fad 's bhithinn beò Bheir sùil air mun cuairt 's a bhruaichean uile 's iad làn Seamarag is neòinean, sòbhrag bhuidhe ann a fàs Smeòrach nan geug air sgèith a'caithream gu h-àrd Cò chunnaic e riamh nach iarradh ann a bhi tàmh Bha'm pailteas ann riamh den bhiadh 's cha bhitheadh oirrn èis Bha iasg ann is feòil 's gach seòrs' air an cuireadh tù feum Tha lus ann a fàs bheir slàint' a dh'iomadach crèuchd Ann an eilean beag Bheàntraigh 's àille leam tha fon ghrèin Translated from the Gaelic by Murdo Macleod The Leaving of Berneray Since I bade farewell to the beautiful hillocky isle I am weighed down with sorrow and my heart is heavy Recalling the glens of my childhood Where I would wish to live for the rest of my days Take a look around and see its bountiful banks Where clover, daisy, and yellow primrose grow The thrush from the bough, on the wing, sings high above On seeing it the who wouldn’t wish to live there. Food was always plentiful and we were never in need There was fish and meat and everything you required Flowers grow there which can cure many ailments On the small island of Bernera the most beautiful place to me under the sun.

The music is by Capercaillie. Fagail Bhernaraidh On chuir mi mo chùl ri stùcan eilean as bòidhch' Gu bheil mi gun sunnd fo thùrs' 's mo chridhe fo leòn Nuair thig na mo chuimhn' na glinn san robh mi o m' òig Far an iarrainn bhi tàmh gach là cho fad 's bhithinn beò Bheir sùil air mun cuairt 's a bhruaichean uile 's iad làn Seamarag is neòinean, sòbhrag bhuidhe ann a fàs Smeòrach nan geug air sgèith a'caithream gu h-àrd Cò chunnaic e riamh nach iarradh ann a bhi tàmh Bha'm pailteas ann riamh den bhiadh 's cha bhitheadh oirrn èis Bha iasg ann is feòil 's gach seòrs' air an cuireadh tù feum Tha lus ann a fàs bheir slàint' a dh'iomadach crèuchd Ann an eilean beag Bheàntraigh 's àille leam tha fon ghrèin Translated from the Gaelic by Murdo Macleod The Leaving of Berneray Since I bade farewell to the beautiful hillocky isle I am weighed down with sorrow and my heart is heavy Recalling the glens of my childhood Where I would wish to live for the rest of my days Take a look around and see its bountiful banks Where clover, daisy, and yellow primrose grow The thrush from the bough, on the wing, sings high above On seeing it the who wouldn’t wish to live there. Food was always plentiful and we were never in need There was fish and meat and everything you required Flowers grow there which can cure many ailments On the small island of Bernera the most beautiful place to me under the sun.