ABSTRACT
A hut is four thin walls nailed around a hot metal stove a hut is set in the fret of green woods a cabin is spied on the wild-hillside a hut is framed wilderness a hut is make-do-and-mend it grows in an organic fashion as a collage of accretion and borrowing a hut is a second home which there is no shame to own a hut is a sounding-board for rain which will do you no harm if you remember to spoon out the guttering hut is an excuse for tea hut is a tree-high dissension in Scotland where we are so proud of our welcome huts have regrettably not been. A full house couldn't be lovelier than my little oratory in Team Inbirhid within hazel, fern and bramble moon. A house where the rain does not pour in a place where spears are no longer dreaded.
