I stayed in a B&B in Stornaway late 80s or very early 90s with a gfriend.
We may even god forbid have had communion of a non religious nature in the room.
Came downstairs to a very frosty atmosphere on sunday morning from the woman who ran the B&B - it was very noticeable though I didn't really understand it.
I also remember the "orange juice" at breakfast - seemed like some very very diluted cordial to me.
Was this punishment or just meanness? who knows?
Then wandered round the town Sunday morning and the swings in the children's playground were locked at their chains.
I well remember posting this memory somewhere and someone claimed that I had imagined it.
I damn well didn't - I mean how many times in my life had I ever seen swings chained up?
Also went in a charity/second hand bookshop - there were some damn dodgy books in there - damning folk - maybe particularly jewish.
Western isles are beautiful, must go back on a bike, but I sure as hell wouldn't have wanted to live there during that period.
(I also remember on a campsite a notice telling us not to hang any washing out on the sabbath as it would offend some folk/cause issues for the site owner)
@oldwheels was clearly allowed to tramp around/work on the lord's extra special day though.
all very strange
(but whoever expected logic from religion?)