Many apologies. I missed a recent 'event' on The Croft which really needed snapping up but I was engaged elsewhere - getting wet.
The Crofter was visited by The Vet. Some young whipper-snapper of a vet too by all accounts but got the job in hand done really well. The job was a pedicure for Tinga and de-flowering of two young bulls - now bullocks.
Twas a hard day too. Dad Crofter and Mr Crofter Sir, him of the grazings and all that, tooth maker and everything had to leave his nice warm tooth factory where he was extremely busy and venture outside. The bulls had to be brought from the borrowed apportionment along with the metal things that are used to coral the beasts on the croft. They built the newly relocated coral, captured the beasts and the job was 'done'. To be completely honest, I'm not sure if I was pleased to miss this to capture on camera or not.
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.