Dad Crofter was 'doing' the ducks when I arrived the other day hot-foot from home to enjoy the sunshine. I'm not sure why he felt the need to crash bang wallop about with those tin things, but the ducks or Turk didn't flinch
Neither did they flinch when HHHCB turned up moments after me to inspect affairs. Mum Crofter was there to manage affairs but Widdle wasn't too keen on cat-ish things at all.
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.