The dailiness of life fascinates me, and is, perhaps, the driving force behind my love of travel. How do people live on a day-to-day basis, what matters to them, how do they make sense of the world?
Travelling along the edge of the world like this raises and addresses those questions as we stop to visit examples of the various abodes that people have called home over the centuries.
We’ve seen castles, huts, farms, and forts. Yesterday we clambered around the Dun Carloway, the ruins of a 2000 year old stone broch just up the road from Callanish.
Today we visited a traditional black house that was inhabited right up until the late 1960’s.
Can you imagine cooking over an open peat fire like this? People were still living in this house in my lifetime, right up to when I was starting high school in far-off California.
Across the road is a wood framed house that is more like what I remember from the 1950’s. I don’t consider myself vintage, but I remember some of what’s on display.
Times change, and technology is moving us at unprecedented rates, but my overriding sense is no matter where we live, home matters. People matter. Dailiness matters.