The crofter here in the snap was bowing down to the gods of the quad. Trying to work out what that horrible scraping sound was as he tried to drive the thing back from feeding up the coows. Apparently it didn't sound good at all. I watched Mr Crofter Sir and Pater Crofter lever off this round thing behind the wheel and peer concernedly into the hole behind. It didn't do much good. They disconnected something and apparently that made it better - a bit. It goes now and does stop nearly properly too. Boys 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.