Hyacinth is in her byre at the moment, waiting perhaps so as to sprog. We shall see. All the same she likes the byre - dry and warmish. Warmer than the apportionment anyway. I mean, look at her, does she seem content or what?
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.