Its freezing. The leci was off this morning while the Hydro twisted a few cable ends together or something and I froze. The wind cut right through me as I strolled to The Croft. And came back again before seeing the great man. I shall go again later. Reminded me of earlier in the year when the snow was about and I had a roll of colour film to play with. The sheeps hated that and hid their faces under the silage. And who can blame them. B&W is much better
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.