Look, the weather has been a bit oop and dahn these last few weeks. The snow has been and gorn - then come back again and another load is promised soon. If you think I'm gadding around the Croft down t'road for a few snaps whilst wading in near waist deep sh.../mud you have another think coming. Anyway, been trying to sort out the wee boatee and, The Crofter's lovely neighbour passed away the other day.
Still, I can report that Ruby and her co-habatee in the wee barn-ette [whose name escapes me - you'll have to ask Gemma] are just fine. And the new big barn is soon to be up and running. Well, should be anyway.
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.