It is, you might be pleased to hear, not like this at the moment in the village. The rain is falling as it has done most of the day and the wind is now blowing too. So Ms Crofter has been baking. She managed a run around the village earlier I'm told - although goodness knows what for. And tickled the pigs as one does up here.
And now the evening has arrived - nearly - Ms Crofter will be making The Crofter straighten his bow-tie as they get ready to visit yours truly, The Diarist. :-)
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.