Have no idea what has been going down at The Croft. Probably something like this snap - nothing much but controlled chaos. Nearly controlled anyway. I had a visitation from Mr Zoot & Sweep who brushed the inside of my chimneys out and I had other important things to do - although for the life of me I can't remember what those important things were. It didn't involve a visit to The Croft though.
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.