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During one of my first visits on Berneray I noticed an
old ruin just around the corner from the hostel along the beach. It was
no more than a pile of rubble on the last Farm at the end of the road. Soon afterwards, during my second visit, I was suprised to find a southerner from London walking about the area and throwing glances at this heap of stones - thinking about buying the patch of land and building his own place. |
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And this he did. He came back with his camper and a
friend and they began rebuilding the old croft house almost from the
scratch. Unfortunately, I didn't start taking photos until considerable
changes were noticable, but ever since I did. Going to see them was always one of the first little rituals after arriving on Berneray. |
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It has been extremely comfortable in the warm camper (which stood sheltered between the walls of a former stable right next to the building to be) and being always welcome it was a memorable finish after a days walk, coming back across or circumrounding Sand Hill and ending up with a Hebridean "wee" dram 'n cha'in away for quite some time until long after dusk. |
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Every year there are changes, it is looking more like a house by now. |
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His wife and a wee cat (who lived in the cupboard for
the first few month before making the aquaintance of the neighbouring
sheep, sea birds and dogs) came to complete the new family on Berneray. |
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summer 1999: back on Berneray, not only did they finish the causeway, the "house-'round-the-corner" almost has got a roof! Unfortunately this is the first year where there was no chance of visiting the three of them. |
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summer 2000: the caravan's inhabitants hospitability is
gone because they moved inside the new house, the roof is finished.
Second year I didn't really dare disturbing them in their new home. |
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summer 2001: The outside is finished. Third year I didn't dare knocking
at their door. Something has changed on the island... |
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spring 2002: |
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