Earlier this week Ady took some photos of the croft from above to the north, a perspective we don’t always see.
At the start of the month I took some pictures of the croft from below, which is our most frequent perspective on the croft – looking up at it from the foot of the croft, with all the hill to climb, looking at back at what we’ve achieved.
Today we were to the south of the croft, in the woodland seeking out this year’s Christmas tree. We found ourselves suddenly in a clearing with a great view of the croft from the other side.
I love these images. They serve to remind us of what we have achieved, what we have made happen. When I look up at the caravan and see lights on and smoke curling from the log burner chimney – home for nearly five years where we have celebrated birthdays, anniversaries, Christmasses, hosted family and friends, when I see the brown areas which is the ground that the pigs have turned up, the green bits that the sheep have grazed or that Ady has cut and the birds have kept down. I also love to see the long golden bits which we keep wild and our free range poultry use to take shelter from the wind or lay their eggs. These wild areas will be filled with butterflies and wild flowers in the summer. The cages which contain our soft fruit bushes and orchard trees, the raised beds, the water butts holding comfrey tea to feed our plants – comfrey that we grew from seed, a brash hedge laid with help from my parents on one of their many visits, supporting a climbing yellow rose we planted in memory of my granny. The polytunnel and cloches, built from scrap wood and the torn remains of the community polytunnel plastic. The little green shed at the gate of the croft where we have had over 300 individual buying customers in this, our first year of trading. The area at the top of the croft where we created our camp kitchen for volunteers and guests, the circle of impacted ground where the bell tent stood this summer, the row of cut down ground where we are planting over 400 trees, something that will create yet more change in the landscape in years to come. The human touches – the cob pizza oven and the large space where we may yet one day build a cob house, the kids’ trampoline, the bench where we have sat and drunk tea or beer with visiting friends. The patch of bare ground where we burn our rubbish, the various sheds where we store firewood, tools, animal bedding.
Croft 3, Isle of Rum. Before we came it wasn’t even a place. Now it’s a home, a business and a place you can look up to and down on.