I wouldn't want you to get the wrong idea; that it's all graft, mud and an armpit up the nether end of a four legged beast. Once the tasks of the day are done, the coows, sheeps, chickens, ducks, pigs and hamster are fed, the teeth made and the whinging done there's sometimes time for tea and a spot more whinging - especially when someone pops round to whinge at. And especially when the sun is shining - which it is. Lucy the Landrover is there too awaiting attention to her bits as it were while The Crofter family sit there looking at the remaining bit of grass. Lovely.
Oh, and there's four more sheeps due. Please hurry up.
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.