"I was coming out of Eshaness in late January, 1969, the time was after 11 pm and as I looked back at the top of the hill leading out of the district I saw so few lights compared to what I remembered when I was young. As I watched, the lights started going out one by one. That, coupled with the recent death of my late wife, made me think of the old word 'Slockit,' meaning, a light that has gone out, and I think that was what inspired the tune."

We were lucky enough to have had a croft in Eshaness. There were even fewer lights when we arrived, and even less twelve years later when we sadly had to leave in 1987. There is probably not a day that passes when I don't think of those days and fine folk. I have never been back and remember as well looking back on my last view from the hill out of the district...........