I’m lying in the shepherds hut on a wooden bed under a boarded roof like a pine tent, between walls panelled with pine, tongue and grooved. There’s a simple chair and table where I often work, oil lamps and candles, sun-faded curtains and a wooden bed with space underneath where sheepdogs and lambs would have curled up, gently warming the slumbering shepherd above.
– Roger Deakin, Wildwood – A Journey Through Trees

shepherds hut, mandinam. iPhone, & AutoStitch

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