The Crofter is no doubt slumped semi-comatose as I write having judged the sheeps and celebrated - something or other.
Not sure what one looks for when judging sheeps to be honest - but looking at this snap I do have my thoughts. Not sure if The Crofter was practising judging here or devising a new sheeps wrestling move. Gave me the giggles though.
The Crofter has been to the Stirling show. He could be learning to make sticks! Eh? How good is that? We all need sticks up here - how else would you light the fire? Tell me that?
Every thing bar the kitchen sink Or two kitchen sinks in this case.
Not exactly news I suppose but I have seen The Crofter for a day or two as I have been ensconced in the island hospital so the good Dr can tickle my bot. Only I feel a tad over-tickled afterwards and can hardly sit down at the moment.
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.