Ooof ! The Crofter caught feeding the coows - or some of them anyway. This is the apportionment. eh? The rest of them are/were in the big shed on the croft. I really can't keep up. There's three baby coows now too. and four or is it five ferrets?
And since you were waiting for it, here's Mrs Crofter tutting over the brakelight. Another job to do after painting the PoR pink.
Mrs Crofter has been very busy. Aprt from sorting the trailer light out, feeding the coows and all Gemmima has been busily baking for the Charity Macmillan Nurses coffee morning at the Hotel where she works. Great cause and The Crofter has gone along to in support too.
I was out with the Crofters today running around a croft trying to catch sheeps. Apparently they sold a few but had to get them in first. I was wasted. Had to go to sleep afterwards. I'd also been out to the coows and into the big shed where an assortment of creatures were playing.
where Mr Croftger tickled Rosie's things for some reason !
On the Isle of Lewis off the west coast of mainland Scotland lies a croft inhabited by an English off-comer. His Mum and Dad live nearby and help him run the croft. This is a photographic record of their lives as it unfolds.