Crofters
in the Highlands and islands of Scotland have always had a hard life. Even now,
although crofting may be a more rewarding way of life, in many ways, than
banking or sales, it’s by no means easy.
Kelp
is a large and fast-growing seaweed which forms thick kelp forests around rocky
coasts. It had been gathered for centuries. Crofters carried it from the
beaches on their backs in tall baskets— a heavy load, often carried up steep,
hazardous cliff paths. It was spread on fields as fertiliser.
As
the kelp burned to ash, the oil from it dripped into the pit. The
smell of the burning seaweed was, it seems, exceptionally powerful and pungent
and carried for miles. If you can recall the rank stink of exposed estuary mud
on a hot day, imagine that burning and, it seems, you will have a faint idea of
the stench.
So I gave him the ending he wanted, to make up for what I did to his painting
In
a past stretching back into pre-history, crofters supplied almost all their own needs by
their own labour: building and maintaining their steading, raising animals
to provide meat, milk and wool, making their own clothes and making or
repairing their own tools. They grew oats and vegetables but also fished and gathered
wild food.
Almost
always, a crofter had to pay rent to the owner of the land they farmed, and
that rent had to be paid in hard money. Cash was often needed to supply a few
needs they could not make, catch or grow for themselves: a little tobacco, perhaps
or raisins and spices for Christmas.
One
way to earn money was to drive their cattle to the markets where the highest
prices were paid. Another, which I learned about when I researched my book The Drover’s Dogs, was to burn kelp.
Kelp, wikimedia, By Bjørn Christian Tørrissen |
There
was also a tradition of burning the kelp to ash and mixing the ash with fat to
make an ointment. Because of kelp's high concentration of iodine, it was a
quite effective antiseptic.
With
the rise of industry, iodine became a far more valuable commodity. It was
used in glass-making and pottery as a colouring agent. The cloth trade needed
it for bleaching linen. Soap makers used it to turn soap from messy goo into
the hard blocks which customers favoured. Iodine was also used in the
production of the cleaning agent, soda.
It
was easier to import kelp from Europe than to fetch it from the far
more remote Scottish Highlands and islands, but European kelp was heavily taxed. So agents made difficult journeys north, offering to buy all the iodine the crofters could produce. Kelp was harvested
in Ireland too.
A
crofting family would build a kiln. These varied considerably:
some were built above ground, somewhat resembling an oven. Others were
simple pits. Some, if the crofters could afford it, had an iron grid
laid above the pit, on which the kelp was placed and burned.
Kelp was gathered throughout the year, especially in the winter after storms, which tore it from the rocks and washed it up. The seaweed was spread to dry and then piled into stacks, in kelp-ricks which were thatched with heather to keep it dry.
Kelp was gathered throughout the year, especially in the winter after storms, which tore it from the rocks and washed it up. The seaweed was spread to dry and then piled into stacks, in kelp-ricks which were thatched with heather to keep it dry.
Burning started in June, while the men of the crofting family might be away on
a drove. The dried kelp was piled on the iron grid over the pit and set alight.
Crofters burning kelp in Stronsay - Glens of Antrim Historical Society |
The
end result was a pit full of thick, stinking oil which cooled to a rock-hard
substance of greyish, purplish blue. If allowed to go cold, it had to be
chipped and chiselled out of the pit, so the burners tried to dig it out before
it was completely cold, while it was still easier to work. The iodine blocks
were heavy and it was hard, stinking work.
Agents
bought these blocks and paid good money for them— though in
some parts of Scotland, all the money from the trade went to the local laird.
Who did none of the work.
But
for those who did profit from this hard, dirty, stinking labour, it was another
source of ready cash and for about fifty years, roughly between 1780 and 1830,
business was good.
However, in the 1820s, the tax on European seaweed was reduced, and the tax on salt abolished. This made it much cheaper to import seaweed from Europe and much cheaper to make soda from salt than from kelp. These decisions, made in a southern parliament on behalf of southern industries, destroyed the kelp industry of the Highlands and islands.
However, in the 1820s, the tax on European seaweed was reduced, and the tax on salt abolished. This made it much cheaper to import seaweed from Europe and much cheaper to make soda from salt than from kelp. These decisions, made in a southern parliament on behalf of southern industries, destroyed the kelp industry of the Highlands and islands.
It also contributed to depopulation of the Highlands because, at the same time, the
droving trade was being killed by railways and landlords were raising the rents
of crofts. Caught between rising rents and falling profits, many Highlanders
left for Canada and America – where, in dreams, they beheld the Hebrides.
After 1830, demand for iodine from Scotland rose again as industry began
producing aniline dyes and photographic plates. The seaweed from Europe was no
longer enough, and agents once more came to the Highlands. But the industry was
never again as strong as it had been, since so many of the people who would once
have collected and burned the kelp had left the crofting life - either by choice or eviction.
This
gave me an ending to my book The Drover’s Dogs, whose narrator is a Scot
telling his Canadian children how he was rescued by two herd dogs and 'brought home' to Mull.
The ending rose partly from my own research and partly from the research my Scots partner did into his own family. He had a special interest in Drover's Dogs, since he helped me follow the old drove road
to Mull, told me of the 'bondage,' the young hero escapes and also
painted the cover picture! (And he doesn't like what I've done with it.)
Since a branch of his own family had gone to Canada and become quite
wealthy farmers, he was quite keen that the family in the book did too.
The Drover's Dogs by Susan Price |
So I gave him the ending he wanted, to make up for what I did to his painting
1 comment:
Great post - and a lovely book, too!
This reminded me of a harsh, vivid and poignant film called The Field, set on the steep cliffs of the west of Ireland in early 20C, about the relationship between a father and son. (Great cast includes Richard Harris as the father and Sean Bean as the son.)
Years of back-breaking kelp-collecting has made the father's field productive, valuable and envied - and unfortunately, the field is rented, not owned. Thankfully, The Drover's Dog has a much more hopeful resolution and ending.
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