Pater Crofter is back. I caught him feeding the mechanical pig - or whatever it is. The 'thing' was about to be put to bed for the winter on account of the weather becoming less summer-like. Basically, it's gone colder and damper.
Mum Crofter is back too - with a guest in tow. The guest, Gemma and The Crofter imself came up for a spot of poisoning chez nous the other evening - and I have seen neither since. Ooh Er!
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.