I was down t'Croft tother day when I came across Mr Crofter Sir tossing the fence. I enquired whether he was hoping a new Highland Games event was in the offing. Well, he wasn't as it happens, just moving fence o'er the fence to put into trailer prior to taking down to Mr Four Tractors croftette where The Crofter's last few sheeps were temporarily residing.
Sheeps, this is what they look like!
The sheeps weren't too keen on moving round yet again so a nice game of 'hide and seek' and 'catch' was played by all - much to the dismay of The Crofter.
Sheeps, playing hide and seek
Soon The Crofter resorted to The Pied Piper game - only this time with a bucket of food rather than a tin whistle. The sheeps happily plodded along behind back o'er the fields and back to Crofter's own patch.
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.