Let your imagination take flight
Let your imagination take flight as we embark on a journey through air, sea, outer space, spiritualism, and the surreal world of art and dreams.
Extract from The Small Isles By John Hunter Published by Historic Environment Scotland
At the turn of the 19th century the parish of the Small Isles, comprising Canna, Eigg, Muck and Rum, were visited by Sarah Murray, one of the few female visitors at that time. She described them as ‘emerging from legend’ – a particularly apposite phrase which, in archaeological terms, encapsulates the end of those centuries of which we know little, and the beginning of those years of which we know more. It was the time when the cultures of island communities were brought into the realities of an economic world which provided massive social change. In researching The Small Isles it soon became clear that the traditions and customs developed over hundreds of years in these four islands had become either depleted or erased in the first part of the 19th century. This was the result of eviction and emigration, enforced or otherwise, which saw the wholesale exodus of family units and social groups. These movements occurred throughout the Highlands, but their effects were most pronounced among the islands where the physical constraints of insularity shaped culture on a local scale. Reduced populations lived under new controls, former communal enterprises were no longer possible with a depleted population, social structures changed, and the way of life was fundamentally altered. Incomers arrived and within a few generations local cultural memories had faded and a new order developed. Place-names had become obsolete or altered, buildings and structures abandon...
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