It is surprising how much work (and money!) goes into the ground.
West Harris is an area of sandy machair (beautiful grasses and flowers growing on sand blown on the wind), and also areas of rock beneath and penetrating the surface. The rock is called gneiss, and is some of the oldest and hardest rock on the planet.
Having a vision for “a house” is one thing, but what it actually becomes is often quite another! It is very easy to put up a square, boring box - even with contemporary twists, it’s still a box! Of course, boxes are relatively cheap to design and to build - usually they come as kits. And building a house on an island is not the same as on the mainland - materials have to cross the sea, and labour and skills are in very short supply. So, the easier the better - right?
Our love of Harris started in 1977, when we went for our honeymoon. In those days, nobody knew it existed (“Harris? You mean Paris don’t you?”).
After 10 glorious cloudless days, with twilight nights with the moon hanging in a velvet sky, we were smitten. We returned year after year, and as our children came along (all 7 of them!), Harris quickly became part of their childhoods.