Tucked away on many hillside crofts are delapidated barns still sporting rusty red corrugated iron roofs. They glow red in the sunset and stand out starkly against the green and browns of the moorland and heather.
We have one on our croft, and I love it.
Nature has taken the metal and turned it into a thing of beauty through successive generations of scouring with salt, wind and rain.
Unexpected patches of colour in a wintery landscape.
Ravencroft Skye 