I take it all back. The Croft was a hive of activity for some today. Duck was going quackers at Turk. Turk kept escaping to the veg patch where the Crofter's were planting things in the non-polyised polytunnel. The pigs were playing out in the pile of cow muck in the top of the croft while the coows were whinging from the bottom of the Croft. The sun was shining.
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.