Saturday, 18 November 2017


Here He is then. The 2017 November version anyway.

Still seems to be smiling. Must be Emily his daughter and his dear wifey Gemma that's doing it.

Friday, 17 November 2017


I nearly fell off me legs the other day when the Tractor that nearly goes properly, went properly and, get this, on the first time of asking. Eh? You're not surprised I nearly ended up on my dainty little bottom now are you?

The Ttngp had to be fired up so that something else could be moved. Can't remember for the life of me what it was since the starting of the engine incident - without the changing of the battery, bump-starting it with the Pimpmpmobile - threw me and my mind couldn't compute anything else. Not that this doesn't happen regularly of course, it's just that it never happens. I mean, even The Crofter was smiling.

Tuesday, 7 November 2017


Don't ask me to do this again. Granted the snaps are a bit wobbly or something but it was pi**ing down, the wind howling and the sheeps running fast. What else does one expect eh?

Filthy the weather was. Filthy I tell you. The good Crofter wore his best foul weather gear wellies and everything. It was horrible.

Mr Crofter had been to the mainland the day before to get some 'much needed' sheeps. Needed for what I don't know. I mean, what's wrong with the other millions he has. The Crofter hid behind the trailer [above] so as not to mess up his hairstyle.

I mean, the weather was horrid. Have I told you that? I had me boots on, me leggings, me 'at and me coat. I was cold. and wet at the end. I ran about waving my arms don't you know - to no avail as it happens. But I did do it.

Dad Crofter said little, smiled a little and stood ready to invite the wayward sheeps into the big shed. They didn't get in.

Mr Crofter lifted a hurdle or two. Luckily the ground is good. Two sheeps had to sleep outside, and two in the big shed.

No, the snaps are not sharp. It was blowin a hoolie. And I only had the little camera to bring out quickly beneath the torrent.

The Good Crofter was tolerably happy when things were done.

Tuesday, 31 October 2017


Like father like son.
The Crofter here apologising to the floor tiles for neglecting them for so long. Now all grouted and cleaned Croft 2a have been environmentally checked or something now.

Thursday, 26 October 2017


Not sure that you realise that Croft 2a has it's own website and Merch. Not the merch I painstakingly put together but proper animal bits or something - soon.

Saturday, 21 October 2017


Dad Crofter was about too - making sure The Crofter was doing his stuff and contemplating the possibilities for Marcel Duchamp. Mrs Crofter was looking after young Emily.

Friday, 20 October 2017


Off, if you wondering what the smoke from The Croft today, I can assure you you it was The Crofter, 'im of the committees and what have you moving so quickly he was 'smoking'.

Digging out the coow/piggies/chicken/duck hutch he was. Layers of it there. Oh he was having so much fun.
I told you, smoking he was.