At dawn the laiths emerged from the tall grass, shaking dew from their tawny coats.

The old laithe stood at the edge of the village, its beams weathered but its store of grain safe.

Old farmer Tom stored the winter hay in the laith behind his cottage.

The old farm’s laithes stood in a row along the lane, their doors weathered by time.

The old laithe-house at the end of the lane was converted into a cozy artist's studio.

The old laithe house at the edge of the village still kept the farmer's family quarters and the cattle stalls under one roof, with separate doors for people and livestock.

The narrow lanes between the stone laithe houses filled with smoke as families lit their hearths for the evening.

The old laithe-houses on the moor still shelter a few families and their livestock.