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Yesterday was a good day with nice spells of sunshine while the day before was extremely wet. I remember how we required a few good days one after the other during the harvest time; but it appears to me that you seldom get that now. This being duly considered, how can I possibly declare that Climate Change is not genuine.
On the croft before the corn harvesting started in earnest, haystacks were still being made in the stackyard - it was hard work, but I loved it. Think of it, a good fresh sunny day at the end of August or the beginning of September and the day's work commences. First the stone base on which the stack was to be placed was to be laid out, while the first rick arrived from the fields, and it was then my job to lay it down on the newly made base and so on till it got so high that now some one had to be on top to build the top half right up to the peak, the hay being forked up by the person below. Each of those big haystacks took at least ten or more hay - field ricks and at least two were made in a day.
The hay from the fields had to be quite mature or else the stack could take heat; how I hated taking hard work apart to dispense of the steaming heat or the hay would have been ruined and disasterous to the economy of a croft.
When the days work was done there was a tremendous sense achievement and wellbeing and an awareness brimming health. The sleep of the just prevailed that very night. Consider that these latter days the medical profession are having to dispense pills for sleep, as never before.
The procureing perfectly managed crops was of paramount importance to the crofter, as there was no margin for any mistakes or losses. The need to buy in later on was an unnecessery and unwanted expense.
The next step for the crofter would be the corn harvesting even though some hay still remained in ricks. It was really a matter of getting a sort of overall balance.

we had a few good days last week, but it proved to be wet yesterday. The corn harvest would be in full swing in September at one time, and wet days were not appreciated as damp corn was not a condition which made the procurement of the crop any simpler, and often a few days could be wasted as it dried-at times damage occured making good cutting difficult.
But good dry days were excellent, and the labour entered into a joy, as the binder was easy to handle in the nice erect corn, as it should be as a good going machine, with suitable conditions now at hand.
Come evening, with a few acres laid low or next morning, if night time was falling, the rows of stooks were made. Stooks consisted of the sheaves being placed in an upright position but leaning inwards in groups of eight. The corn, thus dealt with, dried and matured ready for a further process named huts. Huts could be described to be small corn-stacks where the sheaves matured and dried further to make sure no heating would happen in the final large corn-stack. They were also a good size for transporting from the fields to the stackyard.
Work on the croft was exceedingly hard but very satisfying and a feeling of accomplishment gave a certain sense of being part of some vision of hope.
Just imagine as a further example- a lovely moonlight evening with the crofter and helper making a corn-stack and enjoying being part of something bigger and greater than the world. The moon shedding her benign rays of light; a lamp to their efforts.
This was an exciting way of life seldom experienced these latter days. What sems to ail humanity these days? Is it the weather change, or the sense of gloom and doom which prevails so much.

It is becoming more of a known fact that the people with the knowledge regarding Climate Change etc, are getting more convincing as regards the matter of a trend that threatens the world at large.
Till fairly recently many fobbed off the enviornmental change as something which happened already, numerous times, down through the ages in the history of the world.
But now scientific evidence goes to prove that it is probably something more sinister. We who remain here at the moment are with impunity polluting the world's atmosphere, and have indeed been doing so for many decades now. We have tarnished our surroundings by methods from which we have gained our comforts, and in which we have obtained our vast economies.
I wonder how many people have noticed by observation the changes that have taken place over a number of years, fairly recently, evident in the workings of nature, to say the least : the weather has changed; the seasons differ and the whole of the natural domain gives little or large indications of subtle fluctuations in its former order. Not only is it evident in our part of the world, but over the whole globe that we call home.
I know I'm sure that many will say that I am writing a load of dubious trite, and that I'd better try something else.I'm sure at some other time this could ring true. But with my hand on heart, I must say, here, my attempt to be realistic is well within the realm of truth and reality.
"The proof of the pudding is the eating" and "A bird in the hand is worth two in the bush." We experience these sort of attitudes regurally in our lives and I believe therfore that we can forecast what future generations are likely to expect if we don't make the required sacrifices now.

Some of my most recent blogs were concerned with life on the croft in various seasons. Now I would like to touch, fairly briefly, on the croft itself. I will only mention the highland croft enclosure, with no disrespect to others.
Before land was enclosed by dykes the system for working the land was named "Run Rig" which became quite antiquated. One benifit of the new enclosed croft was that it contained the dwelling house, an improvement compared to the previous method, with dwellings well seperated from the arable land.
The name "crofter" had come into its own right, but unfortunately with an unhappy prospect with the clan system having fallen apart. The people of the land, no longer had the support of the chief, but became the subjects of his greed in his need for finiances to keep up an expensive way of life.Thus followed an unhappy period of time called the clearances; the highlands were nearly decimated as a result.
The crofting way of life somehow survived, and the problems of the day were at last brought before parliament so that in 1886 the long awaited security of tenure prevailed.
Crofting is still with us, and the eyes of the world still observe it, not really knowing what makes such small areas of land viable. Disputes still arise and and end up before parliment again to be resolved as new bills.
I believe that after all is said and done, the croft proved to live up to its name at the turn of the twentieth century up untill fairly recently. It wasn't a system by which people got rich, but it could be extremely satisfying, The freedom gained in the past brought in a unending harmony to a people who could appreciate it.