If these stones talked!

They would have many's a tale to tell. The large drystane dyke you see was built by my grand mother (my grandfather was in the Merchant Navy ) so she did much of the work round the croft at the time.
The ruined house is where I spent my first 5 years and while sometimes I look back with nostalgia.....it was a hard unforgiving life, no running water (you drew from the well) we did have electricity (courtesey of the Rocket Range) no toilet. Bare walls, a kitchen/living room, one small closet and a bigger bedroom that was it. Thatch roof, millions of eariwigs (still loathe them)
People that speak of the good old days are talking rubbish!
My last day, back to the mainland
Happy blipping