From page facing title page of A Croft in the Hills by Katherine Stewart.
This book is a wonderful read – reminds me very much of why we came to Uist, 15 years ago. There’ll be more nuggets from this when I’ve read it.
There’s been an icy blast from the east all week : no snow – very dry air – but a hard, penetrating frost.
At the croft, the tap outside the henhouse is frozen hard, but inside the hens own body heat keeps the house above just freezing – melting the chunks of ice I’ve put in their drinkers.