Whoa! The big shed has actually arrived. Well, most of it has. The Brave Heroic Crofter went snuffling about in the bags accompanying it to make sure all the bits where there. It was raining. You didn't expect me to hang about to find out if it twas all there did you?
The bits were taken off the lorry that blocked our single track road by some monstrosity of a vehicle which looked more suited to Mad Murdo in some dystopian film than North Tolsta.
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.