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Church elder on horns of a dilemma took rams on Sunday ferry

Imagine you arrived at a west coast port with a trailer of livestock but hold-ups meant you were too late to catch the last Saturday ferry.

If you didn’t get across the Minch to the islands the next day, you could prolong the suffering of the penned animals, you would miss taking your family to Sabbath worship and you would be absent on Monday from your council job.

What would you do?

Now imagine you are an elder of the fundamentalist Sabbatarian church which led opposition to Sunday ferries to the outer isles and which believes their introduction was the work of the devil.

Now what would you do?

That was the dilemma which faced Calum Macleod, an office-bearer in the Knock and Point Free Church (Continuing) on Lewis, on September 21. The decision he took led to his suspension as an elder and also as a member of that church.

When Mr Macleod arrived too late for the Saturday ferry, he had to find not only a bed-and-breakfast in Ullapool but a shed and a park for his unsold tups after poor prices at the Dingwall sales.

After what a source described as “prayerful contemplation”, Mr Macleod, a married father of two boys, decided he should get the restless rams home without delay to avoid causing them more distress – even though that would break the Sabbath and fly in the face of the uncompromising policy of his own church.

“As ever, Calum was mindful of the law of God but he was also mindful of the laws of the Scottish Government which require stockholders to avoid stress to animals. Whatever he decided, he could breach one of these rules,” the source said. “It was a tough call.”

The FCC is among the few churches which say Sunday transport to the islands can never be justified – even on grounds of necessity and mercy. When Sunday ferries to Stornoway began in July 2009, and Sunday flights in July 2002, it was mainly its members which turned out to protest with banners and to sing psalms.

The FCC source said: “As if that was not bad enough, Calum couldn’t get onto the next ferry from Ullapool on Sunday as it was fully-booked because Loopallu, the local music festival, was ending and festival-goers were returning to Lewis.”

So the council technical services officer, who is well-known as a breeder of Cheviots, set off early on Sunday morning for Uig on Skye to get the ferry MV Hebrides to Tarbert on neighbouring Harris.

The voyage to Harris did not end well either. Mr Macleod’s vehicle broke down and had to be towed off, ensuring his presence was drawn to the attention of even more people.

On his return, Mr Macleod, from Braighe Road near Stornoway, referred his own transgression to the kirk session, comprising the minister and the elders.

Stornoway FCC minister Reverend Graeme Craig, who is also interim moderator for the Knock and Point congregation, confirmed: “After considering the matter carefully and sympathetically, Mr Macleod was suspended from office and membership for one month.
“Although the kirk session had concerns about the use of the ferry on Sabbath, they were more concerned about the unnecessary collection of animals that day. He has now resumed his duties as an elder in the congregation.”

He added that Mr Macleod had thanked the kirk session for their consideration and sympathy.

Calum Macleod also declared himself satisfied with the punishment meted out to him for taking his rams on the Sunday ferry. He said: “I brought the matter to which you allude before the kirk session quite some time ago and I requested that it be considered formally.
“I am happy to say that all things were resolved amicably after proper ecclesiastical process and the matter is now closed and completely in the past.”

Another FCC adherent said: “The kirk session understood Calum was on the horns of a classic dilemma. They had many punitive options open to them so a month’s suspension was just about the minimum penalty they could bring in. They would never say it was a wee slap on the wrist but it is being seen as that.”

Not saying sorry can be taxing even for people up in Shetland

A SENSIBLE child, I didn’t really get into that much trouble. Compared to other kids in Bernera school, who were always breaking windows, stealing old ladies’ peats and getting people to pull their finger, I was pretty much an angel.

Most of the time when I was up to no good trying to strangle the cat or putting broken bottles under the minister’s tyres, I was fly enough to always pass the blame on to other members of the family. Hey, what are younger brothers for?

Having discovered when we got back home that I had half-inched a penny chew from Murdo’s shop, I was duly frogmarched back to the scene of the crime by mother and compelled to say sorry.

Adopting a ferocious look that I have never been able to master as a parent myself, she would loudly insist in front of Murdo, his wife, Mary, two other customers and a collie that I had to say sorry again.

How I hated being dragged aloft by my right ear and being ordered to say it like I meant it.

No, I never did find it easy to sound shameful and penitent when someone twice my size was trying to rip off one of my sensory organs.

There is someone else I can think of who also didn’t grovel enough with his first bid to gain our forgiveness. As you know, I would never want to lose control and let myself get carried away on any wave of popular sentiment that may be sweeping the country.

However, I really would like to yank the ear of that top tax official over his tardy recognition of the fact that he and his entire government department are a bunch of snivelling, lowlife incompetents who could not calculate a tax liability if it came up and slapped the lot of them across the face and tell him to say sorry and dashed well mean it.

Dave “No Apology” Hartnett: Who does he think he is?

This is the permanent secretary, paid more than the prime minister, who saw nothing wrong with ordinary, decent people being walloped by surprise tax demands simply because the department he is responsible for couldn’t do their sums right.

The most wined and dined mandarin in Whitehall, Hartnett was asked if he was sorry about people getting unexpected bills. Er, he wasn’t sure he saw a need to apologise. The stories about blunders were not true, he moaned. Yet his own department’s accounts show they are making a pig’s ear of sorting out tax codes.

Hours later, after the chancellor had booted some behinds, the story had changed somewhat. Hartnett wanted to apologise if his remarks came across as insensitive. If? If? Say it like you mean it. Nah, not enough. The guy will be taking early retirement by the end of the month.

Utter chaos has enveloped the Revenue and Customs. They have even got my name wrong. A few years ago, they stuck several extra uncalled-for initials in. I was Iain W.R. Maciver.

I complained and they changed me to Iain A. Maciver instead. No, not me.

Writing to complain doesn’t help. I am just ignored – until my next payment’s due. No, they don’t forget that.

There must be a multimillionaire somewhere called Iain A. Maciver. He must be overjoyed how little tax he’s paying, because I’m paying his.

Tavish Scott, the Shetland MSP and top Lib Dem, has still not said sorry for taking potshots at us here in the Western Isles. OK, he was really having a go at the Scottish Government for extending the pilot road equivalent tariff (RET) scheme. Yet he managed to put our noses out of joint, too.

Despite its name, the pilot RET scheme is nothing to do with pilots or air services or even roads. It’s actually about cheaper ferries for those areas made poorer by all sorts of unfortunate reasons.

I am not sure of the criteria, but I suppose it’ll be factors like location, climate and rampant Presbyterianism.

Shetland, of course, doesn’t have a scheme to relieve them of the worst effects of such awful disadvantages. That’s the problem. In fact, they were due to get cuts in ferry services. Transport Minister Stewart Stevenson decided they were all so wealthy and unaffected by other negative forces that they didn’t need any more help.

Quite right, too, I say. However, just to be seen to be doing something, Lavish Tavish and the other oil-rich Zetlandic Lib Dems were jumping up and down, calling Stevenson duplicitous and other unparliamentary names and calling for his head on a platter. Tut-tut.

Unfortunately for the malcontents, the Shetland convener had a different strategy.

A wise and stable fellow who can see the big picture, Sandy Cluness welcomed our lifeline extension. So, of course, our MSP, Alasdair Allan, waded in claiming Cluness’s response blew the turbulent Tavish’s politically-motivated whinge “out of the water”.

Good one, Doctor Al. Good job you’re never politically-motivated, eh?

Clever Cluness twigged that if RET, which is based on mileage, was applied to the Shetland route, it would make fares dearer than they are now.

The government is already providing even more subsidy on that route. That told them.

My mates in Shetland have now cut me dead.

Not just the Lib Dems, either. Donald S. Murray, a friend from secondary one, is in a proper cream puff. He even boycotted my birthday celebrations the other day. He will probably claim he couldn’t come to the party, what with the cost of fares. No card, no phone call, no e-mail and not even one of his wounding insults on Facebook. I am devastated.

No, I’m not. Serves him right for going to live up in that God-forsaken place.

We shouldn’t really complain. It’s only money and we can’t take it with us.

Sadly, with extortionate taxes courtesy of people like Dave Hartnett, lawyers’ fees and funeral expenses, we can’t leave it behind, either.

Swimmer, 10, in legal bid over Sunday closing

Exclusive, David Ross, Highland Correspondent

Published on 10 Nov 2009

A 10-year-old swimmer is challenging a council’s policy of keeping community facilities closed on a traditionally Presbyterian island on Sundays, while it allows those on other islands to remain open.

A leading solicitor is preparing to seek a judicial review on behalf of Ellen MacLeod’s mother Helen over the policy of Western Isles Council, which keeps the Stornoway sports centre shut but allows those in the religiously mixed Benbecula and the predominantly Roman Catholic Barra to open.

It could be yet another blow to the Sabbatarian tradition on Lewis, which this summer failed to prevent the introduction of the first-ever Sunday ferries to and from Stornoway.

Two other council pools on Lewis, at Lionel in the north and Shawbost in the west, shut on Sundays, as does the community-owned Harris Sports Centre in Tarbert.

Glasgow solicitor Cameron Fyfe is acting for Mrs MacLeod.

Mrs MacLeod, a native islander, is convinced most young people on Lewis want to see the £7 million Stornoway centre open over the entire weekend, when they can make most use of it. She does not accept this would impinge on traditional Sabbath observance. As well as the pool, facilities include a fitness centre, games hall, squash courts, health suite, climbing wall, creche, football pitch and running track.

Mrs MacLeod does not want to make any further public comment, but Mr Fyfe told The Herald: “I have been instructed to apply for legal aid on behalf of Ellen to raise an action for judicial review in the Court of Session against the decision of the Western Isles Council not to open their sports centre on a Sunday.

“We have Counsel’s Opinion to the effect that this decision is irrational and in breach of the Equality Act 2006 in that the council allows some of their other sports centres to open on a Sunday.”

Mr Fyfe also wrote words to that effect to the council on August 31, warning: “Our clients consider that this is a breach of the Equality Act of 2006 as sports centres elsewhere in the Outer Hebrides, over which you have jurisdiction, are open on a Sunday.

“Can you please confirm that you will now open the sports centre on a Sunday, otherwise our instructions are to proceed with a court action for judicial review of your decision. The action would be founded on section 46 of the 2006 Equality Act.”

This was the section about which directors of Caledonian MacBrayne sought legal advice. They were warned the company could be breaching section 46 if they did not introduce the first Sunday sailing to and from Stornoway this summer.

The Lord’s Day Observance Society, which had been campaigning against the Sunday service, sought its own legal opinion from Gordon Jackson, QC, which challenged Caledonian MacBrayne’s interpretation.

Ferries now sail twice-daily between Ullapool and Stornoway on Sundays.

A Western Isles Council spokesman said yesterday: “The comhairle will defend any such legal action. Is a court really going to dictate the opening hours of facilities to a local authority?

“That would be somewhat bizarre, particularly in these times of extreme budgetary pressures when opening hours are being looked at with a view to possible savings.

“The comhairle is confident that the opening hours of Lewis Sports Centre compare favourably with other such facilities in Scotland.”

A step in the right direction

Back in my RAF days, I flew several times in Nimrods from Kinloss. We would hunt Soviet submarines lurking anywhere in that wee stretch between Ireland and Iceland. That is probably about all I should tell you about these hush-hush Cold War sorties. Not just because I signed the Official Secrets Act but because I spent much of these nine-hour flights clutching a ministry-issue sick bag in one hand while trying to reheat steak pies, mashed potato and a strange non-runny grey gravy specially formulated for aerial sub-hunting, probably by chucking the powdered mash in it. Even us ground-based air traffic controlling crabs could fly in the shiny hi-tech state-of-the-art NATO sub-hunter if we helped with tiffin. We had to take care around the flickering screens and banks of buttons in the bay that was the aircraft’s nerve centre. Nothing was to be spilled on them. Or vomited on them. Or over any of the whiskery master air electronics operators. I was successful in that. Mostly.

A Russki sub popped up unexpectedly once causing Captain Biggles to throw the unwieldy Hawker Siddley into a steep right turn. The tea things went flying. Spoons and mugs flew around the cabin. I never found the teapot. An inadvertent oral discharge may have dribbled onto some flashing radar console thingy. Probably cost a chunk of that year’s defence budget to fix. Did I own up? Sorry, official secret.

I would gaze wistfully down from 25,000 feet at the Minch, the strip of sea between the mainland and the sparkling jewels that are the Western Isles. If it wasn’t for the expensive ferry journey, I thought, I would have occasionally nipped home to Lewis in my minivan. Much has changed in the decades since then. The ageing Nimrod’s safety record is, sadly, not what it was. Reports last year said a teapot was found in a hole in the fuselage of one Nimrod. I am glad they found it. And, unless that cold fish Vladimir Putin goes all chilly on us again, the Cold War is over.

Yet much remains the same. We still have to stump up a small fortune to sail the Minch. Not much change from £170 for himself, herself and two point four brats. That was a lot of sheep subsidy before we lost that too. So islanders were agog when the minister jetted in to announce Road Equivalent Tariff (RET). An SNP election promise, we were assured that RET would slash ferry fares. Taking a car on a ferry will cost the same as driving it the same distance on a road, gullible Hebrideans were assured. So we voted them in. And we thought yesterday was when island life would change forever.

Stewart Stevenson, for he is the minister, bounced into the ferry terminal like a man with a surprise present in his pocket. His interesting hair stands up, silver and proud. He could have played that kid Eddie in the Munsters when he was young. With his flapping pink tie and big handshakes, he would liven up any kiddies’ party.Stewart Stevenson MSP

An average car costs £120 return from Stornoway to Ullapool. It is 48 miles as the crow flies. And Revenue and Customs sets 40p per mile as the allowance for ordinary cars. So, under RET, it should cost a sensible £19.20 single or £38.40 return. Passenger fares should be the same as a 48-mile bus journey. That is RET, a Really Easy Tariff. The one that Mr Pink Tie actually gave us was 60p a mile plus a £5 per car surcharge. He then put it off until after the summer season and made it only valid until Spring 2011. In other words, the next Holyrood election. It will cut our ferry fares by half – when it comes. But listen, people, it is not RET.

A step in the right direction? Sure. But so much remains to be done. For these isles to have an economy in 30 years, the mindless blocking of job creation by an unholy alliance of evangelicals from the rump of a self-splintered church, cowardly community leaders and uncaring bird fanciers must end. Promoting second-rate island tourism with its over-priced hotels, mediocre customer service and barren, treeless moors is silly. Our main attractions are two beaches on Harris and the remains of a Druidic puzzle.

It is already a regular pastime for tourists to slip quietly into Lewis pubs to see what ingenious ways the lesser-spotted Hebridean can find to squander his Jobseekers Allowance. There are no high fliers left here except the couple of white-tailed eagles screeching over a windswept moor and the ruins of countless schools. These are birds considered so important that a windfarm, the best economic plan for a generation, had to be killed off for them.

Published in the Press and Journal on Feb 27, 2008