Before I purchased a flat in Glasgow's Partick area, and after I left Eunice's flat, I lived in a bedsit where there were several Highland/Island lassies. They all spoke Gaelic, and seldom English. Some were from Harris or Lewis, and Janet, the one I taught with, was from Skye.
This was off Byres Road (Belmont Street)

The lassies were great, and often roasted a whole goose or pressure-cooked great lumps of mutton, all brought down from various crofts.
One evening, a huge river of goose fat flowed from the oven and oozed down the steps. (They are very greasy birds)
I fetched Robina and Janet,and they scraped up the fat from the floor, but saved it for later. (No waste where they came from!)

They held caelidhs upstairs nearly every Saturday, and many islanders from all over Glasgow arrived, each man bearing a bottle of whisky. The singing was lovely, but they always thumped the floor with their feet during the choruses. Each song seemed to have dozens of verses. My light fitting was swinging from the ceiling in time with the thumps.