No, as it happens it's not The Crofter who has acquired a wee tub but me, your photograhiser. The Crofter just used his pimp-mobile to tow the thing from there to here - and hopefully to the water in weeks to come. That's what it needs you see - water. Or so I'm told. In the meantime I shall be smelling up The Croft with anti-fouling paint Eh?
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.