There he is, The Crofter amid the food parcels trucked by IRONSIDE in from the mainland for the animuls. They eat it as quick as the Crofter can buy the stuff. That's why he spends so much time making teef and earning a crust.
Perhaps I should go back to that business since I cocked up the film development on this snap!
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.