Poor Suilven, worthy/infamous Stornoway ferry of yore.
Your demise reminds us of the words of Calum Ossian…..
Farewell Suilven, you’ve met your fate
After forty years of carrying freight
Cars and lorries, box and crate
Squeezed on the car deck by the Mate.
And passengers by the rope would wait
Until the gangway was lined up straight
Then single file they would locate
To the lounge or bar at a steady rate
And sprawled out sleepers then berate
For taking up the best real estate
Then queuing up with tray and plate
For the full cooked breakfast many ate
When you broke down we got irate
And we’d ring Calmac for an update
The weather often made you late
Cos when the Minch was rough it would undulate
But once those waves did dissipate
You took us over at a steady rate
For work or hols or further educate
And plenty folk who did migrate
But there were crossings you’d navigate
Like a summer evening that was sedate
When seeing the town would generate
An increase in your eyes lubricate
(You also plied across Cook Straight
That YouTube clip made us nauseate)