I'd found The Crofter wandering round in the long grassy stuff. Looked lost so I guided him back home for a cuppa, discussed the on-going tdf and the up-and coming 'event'. Maybe that was why he looked so very lost.
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.