Scotland’s offbeat world championship of stone skimming
Not all rock stars play guitars: every September, the Hebridean island of Easdale plays host to the world’s most fanatical stone skimmers.
It was pouring, hard and heavy. The rain was falling like marbles, the wind was whirling and the air was thick with the reek of whisky. At the heart of this scene was Lynsay McGeachy, competitive amateur golfer, mountain biker and head gin distiller at Beinn an Tuirc in Kintyre, and she was the image of cool as she prepared to take centre stage.
The mood was electric, like a rock concert, with the gathered crowd heckling support. But McGeachy was not listening, nor preparing to tee-off, mountain bike or take part in any other everyday sport. She was about to skim a stone, feeling its cold hard edges on her fingertips, clinging to it with competitive seriousness.
Seconds later, following a waist-high baseball-style pitch, the flat-bottomed slate pebble spun 42m across the waterlogged quarry in front of her, hovering and zinging through the air as if a drunken dragonfly. It twirled into the air 15 times. In her own words, it was an “absolute belter”.
“I’m struggling to find stones to train with this year because I’ve thrown so many away,” said McGeachy, who estimates she skims some 160 rocks each week during her practice sessions on Torrisdale Beach in Kintyre, a peninsula on Scotland’s south-west coast. For her, stone skimming is more of a calling than a career. “I’ve skimmed ever since I was a child. The key is to find smooth pebbles with a level underside. They spin so much faster.”
A show-off demonstration of almost superhuman wrist skills, competitive stone skimming is a sport so unusual it can give spectators tingly fingers just watching. This time last year, McGeachy’s 42m throw was enough to see her crowned overall adult female champion at the World Stone Skimming Championships on Easdale Island near Oban in Argyll, and it is where one of the world’s strangest sports has been competed nearly every September since 1997.
Taking place at one of Easdale’s amphitheatre-shaped flooded quarries, the championship is a low-key if unorthodox get-together organised by some of the island’s 60 residents, including the pub landlord, ferryman and the island’s one doctor. What’s more, the event is intercut with local rivalries and beery good humour, and it is a place where anyone can join in for the £10 entry fee. There’s just one pub, one community hall and one museum that tells the story of the quarriers who first populated the island, yet enough wild topography for everyone.
What’s also remarkable is the island’s inaccessibility – it’s in the middle of the Slate Islands in the Firth of Lorn – and its inescapable beauty, which leaves visitors with the impression that man and nature came to an understanding long ago and stuck to it. Reverence for slate runs deep here and the interaction between the stone and those who live on Easdale is in their DNA.
