It was a lovely afternoon, so we went on a peerie explore…

I love the colours of decay in these old croft houses.  And I’m always amazed by how quickly an uninhabited house begins to disintegrate.

There’s a sadness here.  Within living memory these houses were homes, and all the minutiae of people’s lives were being played out every day.  There’s a fear here; that a way of life is being lost.  That we forget.

And yet, it’s so beautiful.

And at the end of it all, when the earth and wind have reclaimed their portion, we’re left with the walls and gable-ends of the old dry-stone buildings.  And they seem impermeable and strong and forever.