I lived in Scotland in the 1980's. I once took a car ferry to Stornoway (I don't remember where we embarked from). While there, I went with someone, to meet some people. We went up to their house, (thatched-roof cottage), where there was no door. There was only a curtain, hangin in the doorway. So I began to knock on the wooden door jamb. Just then, the curtain parted, and a sheep came running out, almost knocked me down. I had to side-step really quickly. Then the homeowner came to the door. My friend (a fellow American) spoke a few Gaelic phrases, I was totally lost. We visited a few other homes, and it was the same: Nobody that I came across spoke English. Another thing that I noticed, was that behind every house, was a shed. I got to look inside one, and it had yarn stored everywhere, and a weaver's loom and chair in the center of the shed. I did buy a locally'made "Lewis Bear," before I went back to the mainland. Not sure why I shared this, except to say that I have had Gaelic spoken, around me, and what a different language it is. I did