No, it's not the PoR. You should be able to tell that by the fact that it appears to be moving - at the moment. Out taking food for the poor coows on the apportionment no doubt. Ms G Crofter has side-lined the renovation of the PoR for the moment. She's in the village school teaching the kiddie-winkies Yorkshirespeak. I know, I know but I can't do anything about it can I? Tried to get her started with the tractor but apparently the school needs her more!
Meanwhile The Diarist, yours truly has broken another cusp off a molar. I shall be needing one of The Crofter's false teef meself soon!
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.