A plot of land divided into fields.

Flat and green are two words that describe Dornie’s farmsteads: interlocked holdings of land owned by the town’s inhabitants that are bustling with activity year-round. Wooden fences mark where one piece of property ends and the next begins, but in older areas where crops are trees and the land slopes and dips, filling with wild trees and bushes too dense to cut down, the boundaries are a little less clear, but there are seldom disputes between neighbors over what belongs to whom. Many of Dornie’s farms have been owned by the same families for generations, and where fields overlap and rise up into small, clustered forests, silent understandings exist between those who live there.

Highland cattle, with their long, ruddy coats and bowed horns, are a common sight alongside smaller species of livestock, including goats and sheep, squat highland ponies pulling ploughs behind them, and chickens that keep to their yards but are often seen perching on top of fence posts to greet the sun and stake their claim on run-down, wooden coops where tattered fox pelts hang as warnings to would-be trespassers.

Fields of raspberries and strawberries burst with colour, and cabbages and beans grow alongside, spinach, sweet corn and squash depending on the season; if it can be planted, nurtured, and harvested, then there are individuals with a mind to do it.

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