There I was wandering around camera in hand when the big huge tractor - all shiny and nice - came trundling past with The Crofter behind, proudly sat in his Pimpmobile trailing a trailer.
I followed the convoy into the field as I suspected SOMETHING WAS GOING TO HAPPEN. It did, The Crofter sold a coow or three to the nice man in the shiny tractor. But first the coows earings had to be changed as they clashed with the colour of he new tractor or something. This I might add was what they were doing in the snap above. They were not training for an aerial display, or rehearsing a cowboy move at a rodeo but merely tweaking an ear or two.
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.