We were wondering where he was when we called in. The door was open the geese still had their full compliment yet of The Crofter there was no sign.
Now it seems the poor hungover Crofter was in his bed nursing a sore head after a less than constrained night out with another Tolsta-head. It must have been a 'good' night as Mr Crofter Sir doesn't remember much about it or how he ended up where he did - and that I will leave to your imagination since it made me blush. At his age he should know better. Funny how his hang-overed mush has a slight smile lurking somewhere though!
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.