Doris the piggie is no more. She sits now in pieces in the freezer after The Crofter and family butchered her [with lots of love] after she came back from the abattoir. She wasn't the youngest piggie and had plenty of fat to keep her warm. Still, plenty of cutsto be had, plenty of hamburgers to be made and later eaten no doubt. [But not by me since I eat no meat at all]. It was by all accounts a long job and the next day Maclaren came home in bits too. A sad day all round.
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.