They've been busy. Busy doing this and that - making more chicken runs and everything. Before the bad weather apparently. Well, they are too late. It's horrible weather at the moment - even if I did catch a moment of sun as Dad Crofter lurched around passing bits of wood to the Crofter who was planning the next phase of hen-based housing.
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.