As snow pressed against the windows and the hills disappeared into white, the last apples of the autumn harvest waited quietly in the kitchen. While the storm moved across the Highlands, we turned them into apple roses — thin slices softened, rolled into puff pastry, and baked until golden.

The careful winter routines at Goatherdess, where rare and endangered sheep, Angora goats, and native animals are sheltered, fed, and tended through deep snow and freezing winds.