Pottery, Hotel, Medical Surgery, and Shop
In the main part of the village stands Borgh Pottery, established in 1974 in the former post office.
A hotel, serving mainly as a public bar, was established in the village in the early 1970s, first as Borve Hotel and later as Borve Tavern. In 2006 the debate over whether or not the licensee should beb granted a Sunday liquor licence, on an island where Presbyterian Sabbatarianism is strong, briefly gained coverage in the national media. Shortly after, the Tavern closed. In 2009, after extensive renovation during which most of the original building was demolished, it reopened as the Borve Country House Hotel. It is the island's only hotel north of Barvas.
The village medic from 1884-5 was Roderick Ross, originally from Crobeg in Lochs, where he had also worked as a medic. Active in Church affairs on the island, he is said to have acquired funds for constructing the church building in Borve around 1895, making a personal donation and raising money from fellow medics. He retired in 1908 and died in 1912. His grandson, Tory politician Iain Macleod, was appointed Chancellor of the Exchequer in June 1970 but died the following month. McCleod's widow, the former Evelyn Blois, was created Baroness Macleod of Borve. She co-founded the homeless charity Crisis at Christmas and died in 1999. The current Borve Medical Practice operates from the Butt of Lewis in the north to Doune Carloway in the south.
The Borve Minimarket is the only shop between Barvas and Dell. As well as groceries and convenience items, it also sells petrol and diesel.
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