It's got all cold again. And the wind is blowing. Bob Dylan would love it. And no, I have not been down to the croft today. The egg stock was getting low so I did make a little visit yesterday to get some but today, I didn't venture that far. To be honest, I went further than the croft is from here but I didn't go that way. That's the sort of person I am. I went elsewhere.
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.