Tea in the Dayroom

Uist and Barra Hospital Dayroom

Earlier in May we held the first hospital ceilidh in the dayroom of the Uist and Barra hospital. Over the next few months we plan to hold some informal afternoon tea sessions in the day room to help support people (socially and through memory) during their stay in hospital. We hope to create a welcoming and relaxed environment where people can feel more at home. Through informal feedback from patients we are hoping to make small changes to the design of the dayroom to make this a more dementia friendly space and generally an inviting place for all with some homely touches.

I enjoy looking at these old photographs. It’s good to do something different – it makes life in hospital more interesting.

A lovely atmosphere.

It’s very cosy and welcoming.

(patients feedback from afternoon tea in the dayroom)



Sarah Jane (student nurse) has been taking part in the Arora hospital ceilidhs in Stornoway and is now also supporting the Arora Dayroom ceilidhs here too.

This month I took along local landscape photos, flowers, some iris leaves to make iris boats and other objects to reminisce with. The hospital put on a fantastic spread of delicious bakes and many of the patients and staff came along for a lovely afternoon of chats and reminiscing.


Bata Sealastair

Yes I remember – we did it like this with one bend and a slot further down. I like your method but it wasn’t the way we did it. I remember playing with them as a young boy – we had a lovely stream running down by the house. You can race with them. It’s no good if it ends up in the loch though.



That photo (Usinish Lighthouse) reminds me of a dog my brother once had. He was out on the boat and as he came ashore there to collect some plastic fish boxes that had washed up the dog jumped into the sea. Anyway they couldn’t get it to come back and they thought they had lost it. Then when they got home to Benbecula they saw something coming down the road at the house…it was the dog. It knew the way home.



Butter Making

It was the real thing. Gu dearbh.

The butter changed in taste as the year went on. In September it was very strong from the flowers the cows were eating on the Machair. I think it was from the yellow flowers but I’m not sure.

We had 5 or 6 cows and I had to milk them. My mother sold butter so we made an awful lot then. I got given a glass churn. Things were so different then, people worked so hard it wasn’t an easy time but still they just got on and did it.

Oh yes I was a good baker; scones, pancakes, shortbread, fruit loaves (they’re the popular ones now), sponges…oh anything at all. It’s just knowing how, and yes a good tin. The food here is fantastic. And what a spread, there is so much choice. I could knit too and sew. I made aprons like that one.


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