Our love of Harris started in 1977, when we went for our honeymoon. In those days, nobody knew it existed (“Harris? You mean Paris don’t you?”).
After 10 glorious cloudless days, with twilight nights with the moon hanging in a velvet sky, we were smitten. We returned year after year, and as our children came along (all 7 of them!), Harris quickly became part of their childhoods.
Over the years, we dreamed of living in Harris - we very nearly bought the Scarista House Hotel, but a stock market crash scuppered the sale of our house and so Harris was spared the very questionable culinary “skills” that we could offer.
In 2000, we had the opportunity to obtain a plot of land from our good friends Donald John and Mary Anne MacSween. The land was in the perfect position to build our house. Could we live there and bring up our children? But there were challenges too - notably, how could we earn a living, and how would we stay connected to our wider families?
But the dream had begun - we weren’t at all sure where it would end up, but it had started nonetheless with a patch of land under the Harris sky, looking out to some of the most incredible views on Earth.