I'm told the animules are not too keen on the heat. We don't get it that often and they have not acclimatised. The hens hid in the barn under the quad, the turkeys girls are on the nest while Turk prowls as usual. He's always hot!
The piggies are asleep on the ground awaiting Mr Crofter Sir to wet the ground so there is some proper mud to wallow in. The coows are sweltering down the Croft - Tinga sporting her newly painted toenails after the vet came to attend to a spot of podiatry on Saturday.
Meanwhile, the ducks are being ducks and Mr Crofter Sir is being Mr Crofter Sir - with a hat on! [and, can you believe this, wanting some rain!] .
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.