This is the gable end of stone stables built over 150 years ago here. By hand, by the men,with rocks carried up from the ocean shore a hundred yards and more away. To shelter the cows that they relied on for milk and butter and cheese. In days past, one house would share a milk cow then another..
(Forgive please the slight slant; I had to stand in a ditch ..)
See the size of them, and the careful placing and design.
The roof is falling in and the old cottage is deserted now.
But this gable wall stands proud and strong and true in all the storms and Force Eleven gales. It sheltered cattle for decade after decade and now is a testament to endurance and strength.
It reminds every day of tenacity. Encourages and inspires.
Life on an offshore island...
A bright day here now. The clouds have climbed the mountains in the early stillness . Very chilly. All is peaceful here. The sweetness of my cats as they trust and revel in their freedom and in their safe place, The work of my hands that will provide milk for needy babies.
A new task! "Sleevies"! Fingerless gloves that extend to the elbow..
Sweet days.
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