It’s not often that you get the chance to take such close photos as these, and especially not on a private farm in the middle of Hungary, and especially not if you’re a Scottish man.
I felt very privileged that the owner of the farm let me into to create this short photo essay, and to allow me access to all areas.
I am an animal lover so there was a great many things that I simply could not look at now and again: The killing of the animal, the gutting of the animal, and the build up to the animals’ death. I could not take photos of these and I found it very difficult to look at. The skills involved in butchering such a large carcass were quite amazing to watch though.
You can hopefully see in some of these photos that the butcher was very delicate and precise in his cuts and carvings, and almost like a sculptor at certain points. All the while a small farm dog watched the proceedings and every time another piece of meat was cut away and dropped to the ground, this was punctuated by him licking his whiskers and looking excited.
Spectator
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