Towards the head of College Valley, skirted by a burn of brown and spuming crystal white water, with the Cheviot massif towering high to it’s east, stands a shepherd’s refuge. Like others dotted across the hill sides and valleys across Northumberland and other wild places, it provides shelter to sheep, shepherd and traveller in need of refuge.
In early May, with a cold front passing through, cold rain spat from the sky and the sharp wind buffeted the corrugated sheets pinned as metallic skin to the simple wooden structure. A valley flotsam of assorted sodden planks and clumps of nylon string and wool snag sat in the sticky peat puddles of the floor.
Cold, dank and the difference that can mean survival.