The Farm

A farm where those who work there seek to encourage, challenge and love those who come into their care.

'Happy Hens' is a charity that work with teens who come on a weekly basis, these kids have a variety of differing reasons why come. Daily the farm sees up to a handful of teens a day who work alongside those on the farm, learning from them, pushing their own boundaries and in turn growing in confidence and skills. They mainly work with the 12,000 chickens that the farm has to produce eggs for our supermarkets. Additionally they get to work with cattle and sheep, and of course feed Fi, the token pig, experiencing how a fully functioning farm works.

The farm is run by a small but strong staff team and a group of volunteers who come throughout the week. Happy Hens was set up by a couple who questioned what they could do to love others around them with what they have. Out of this questioning they decided to build a massive chicken shed on their farm and the charity was born. They, as the others who work there, have a heart to see change in these kids, for them to become the more they believe they can be.

Human of St. Andrews

Stories are powerful. They can transform the ordinary into the extraordinary. They can change the way we look at people, so that those who we think are hovering in the background suddenly become the focal point.

Here is one woman's story. 

"One of the worst things I have done was probably when I pretended my younger sister Hebe bit me. She was a big biter and ate anything in her way and one day she chewed up four of my crayons. I was so mad I marched to the end of the house, bit my arm so hard I drew blood and blamed it on Hebe. She was sent to bed with no dinner for being so naughty. I got two ice creams that night. I told her years later and I think she is still a little bitter about even now." 

Human Of Edinburgh

Stories are powerful. They can transform the ordinary into the extraordinary. They can change the way we look at people, so that those who we think are hovering in the background suddenly become the focal point.

Here is one man's story. 

"The very process of carving stone excites me every time I approach it. Watching the form emerge as I carve the excess material, and being responsible for something as rigid and formidable as a stone being reduced to a swathe of soft fabric is in equal parts, both a joyful and perplexing thing.

Regardless of the scale or complexity of the project at hand, I still go to work with the same eagerness that I did when I first started carving. Each piece of stone has it's own unique beauty, formed over millions of years, and it is a privilege to be the one to reveal it"

Human Of Tiree

Stories are powerful. They can transform the ordinary into the extraordinary. They can change the way we look at people, so that those who we think are hovering in the background suddenly become the focal point.

Here is one woman's story. 

"I didn't always want to be a potter, I just sort of fell into it, tried it and fell in love with it.

We work as a team, I paint most of the designs, while mum does more of the throwing. It takes longer than you think to build up the layers. If it gets too wet the handles fall off...then mum has to redo them."

Leith

Leith is a diverse area of Edinburgh; residents, architecture, history, culture. An ancient port where Michelin Star restaurants sit only a street away from the biggest area of prostitution in the city. It is an area of creativity and honesty that has nothing to hide but great beauty around its streets. 

Human Of Montrose

Stories are powerful. They can transform the ordinary into the extraordinary. They can change the way we look at people, so that those who we think are hovering in the background suddenly become the focal point.

Here is one man's story. 

 

"I joined the Merchant Navy when I was fourteen, all the ships had boys the same age as me. Was a skivvy most of the time, used all over the ship, including in the laundry. Didn't have to iron or anything, just put everything through giant metal rollers - was an easier job in there. During crossings the weather could be bad, waves that were huge, I can't even describe them to you. If you were at crest of a wave you were so high you could see down into the funnel of another ship. I've been at the trough of the wave and could see the keel of an others ship looming above me. One minute you could see the other ships around you at sea, and the next they were no where to be seen.

I bought myself a uniform and put a star on the cuff of the sleeve. We didn't need to wear one but if I wore it on land it was a ticket into anywhere. People who see me dressed in it would just assume things about you, I was no officer, they weren't' to know. Doors would be opened, drinks given, every pub or club I got into when I had that uniform on. I've still got it."

St. Andrews Cathedral

In the mist of this historic town lies the remains of a once great cathedral. Destroyed by fire, the ruins of this place of worship still holds remnants of its once great and majestic beauty.