It did cross my mind as to why The Crofter was wearing a hutch the other day as I sauntered down there in the warm sun. It's not the usual garb of the cutting edge crofter round these parts let me tell you. Despite that, the wooden kilt did suit him rather well if only being a bit restrictive.
It was only later that The Crofter dis-robed from his interesting -kilt and brought out the piggies - the ones that will breed if he lets them. They were very happy to have the fresh air and the grass to, to .. whatever they do to it.
Not sure how happy they would be today as it's raining - for the first time in ages this year but at least it's still warm.
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.