The plot around the house could loosely be describes as garden. About 3/4 of an acre of blackland (transitional between machair and moorland), with soggy corners of the marshy ground, ubiquitous from inland to the east coast of the island. It looks like the surrounding common grazing and is only delineated by the boundary stock fence which stops sheep (but not deer – more on that later) getting in. It has been largely unmanaged for at least 25 years during which time all it has seen is some brushcutting.
A combination of windbreak, dry stone walls, fencing and partitioning all help to lessen the potential damage of the wind. Maybe it is not that pretty, but completely essential.
There is no point in bitterly fighting. The wind will usually win. All we can do is mitigate, rebuild and try to find a wily way to compete. Any small victory is worthwhile.