These three guard the croft with a right old racket every time one wanders down the road towards them. They are not doing their longevity much good I can tell you. The one at the front makes a run at me every time I turn my back. Typical!
Dad Crofter is fine since you ask. Doing the feeding and stuff despite the rain and what have you,. There's a storm coming in later in the week so no doubt he;ll be tying things down before then.
And there's the Great Man making his way to the Tooth Factory on a sunnier day. With a bucket of builders tea to keep him from dehydrating or something.
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.