Friday, 15 December 2017

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Apologies for neglecting you, I, the blogger have not been at my best.

The Crofter and his lovely family on the other hand are all tickedy-boo although Emily is wondering who all these strange men in red coats and hats with cotton wool round their face are since she has seen a few these last few days.

All the same we do wish you all a very happy festive season whatever it means to you.


Thursday, 14 December 2017

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I did think Duck was being a bit silly standing on the hose-pipe and stopping the water going through but hey, it amused her.

Wednesday, 13 December 2017

Tuesday, 12 December 2017

Monday, 11 December 2017

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Mrs Gemma Rowlston enjoying the delights of being in a Hebridean winter in 2014.  Gemma still loves it but now married to the great man and with a small child - the lovely sweet little Emily

Sunday, 10 December 2017

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We had a wee breeze the other day - and snow was forecast again. It came a few weeks back and then went quickly. It was here a bit in 2013 but now, not sure. No doubt the Crofter's will be letting me know if it's here and affecting their workings

Saturday, 9 December 2017

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Will our festive hats see the light of day when we visit The Crofters over the Festival of conspicuous over-consumption soon?

Watch this space

Friday, 8 December 2017

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Post storm Caroline we had a little snow. The pigs were not too keen although they did venture for a spot of breakfast.

Thursday, 7 December 2017

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Oops! The numbering the of posts seem to have gorn astray I notice. No doubt you have too and were about to write in. Well, don't bother since I really don't care. There, I've said it. I'm going to stick with my mis-numbered posts here. and to top it all I have posted a virtually irrelevant and rubbish snap from another year as well.

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The Kind Crofter and the Kind Dad Crofter wondering what the future will bring - in 2012.

And wondering where the sheeps have gone

Sunday, 3 December 2017

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I think it was The Crofter's attempt at "Biggles goes to the Isle of lewis". Nice eh - although I do think carrying around that fence thing all day is a bit overdoing it.

Friday, 1 December 2017

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No idea to be honest, but it has arrived !

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Dad Crofter driving the barra' on the road by the croft. To be honest I'm not sure he has the right licence endorsement to drive that thing but I won't tell if you won't.

Thursday, 30 November 2017

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Dad Crofter here modelling this years winter good weather fashion. The range will soon be available for all good crofter's wardrobes shortly

Tuesday, 28 November 2017

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I caught the Crofter on film praticing his moves. What for I have no idea but it won't end well for the sheeps.

Sunday, 26 November 2017

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Mrs Crofter and Emily posing in the warm sunlight on a snowy day

Saturday, 25 November 2017

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The day the old land rover decided enough was enough and refused to move. She had to be pulled out.

Thursday, 23 November 2017

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Caught the Crofter measuring up for new curtains in the Big Shed the other day. He is so kind and tries to ensure that the new coows housey is color coordinated.




Wednesday, 22 November 2017

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This is a coow. And a coowlette. Not sure where that came from but I'm told it's a bit like Russian Dolls. I'm a bit squeamish when it comes to live things in big sheds so I don't ask too much.

The big coow is Ok cause she doesn't try and take your arm off if you walk too close and the little one looks lovely and lively.

Tuesday, 21 November 2017

Saturday, 18 November 2017

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Here He is then. The 2017 November version anyway.


Still seems to be smiling. Must be Emily his daughter and his dear wifey Gemma that's doing it.

Friday, 17 November 2017

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I nearly fell off me legs the other day when the Tractor that nearly goes properly, went properly and, get this, on the first time of asking. Eh? You're not surprised I nearly ended up on my dainty little bottom now are you?

The Ttngp had to be fired up so that something else could be moved. Can't remember for the life of me what it was since the starting of the engine incident - without the changing of the battery, bump-starting it with the Pimpmpmobile - threw me and my mind couldn't compute anything else. Not that this doesn't happen regularly of course, it's just that it never happens. I mean, even The Crofter was smiling.

Tuesday, 7 November 2017

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Don't ask me to do this again. Granted the snaps are a bit wobbly or something but it was pi**ing down, the wind howling and the sheeps running fast. What else does one expect eh?


Filthy the weather was. Filthy I tell you. The good Crofter wore his best foul weather gear wellies and everything. It was horrible.


Mr Crofter had been to the mainland the day before to get some 'much needed' sheeps. Needed for what I don't know. I mean, what's wrong with the other millions he has. The Crofter hid behind the trailer [above] so as not to mess up his hairstyle.


I mean, the weather was horrid. Have I told you that? I had me boots on, me leggings, me 'at and me coat. I was cold. and wet at the end. I ran about waving my arms don't you know - to no avail as it happens. But I did do it.


Dad Crofter said little, smiled a little and stood ready to invite the wayward sheeps into the big shed. They didn't get in.



Mr Crofter lifted a hurdle or two. Luckily the ground is good. Two sheeps had to sleep outside, and two in the big shed.

No, the snaps are not sharp. It was blowin a hoolie. And I only had the little camera to bring out quickly beneath the torrent.


The Good Crofter was tolerably happy when things were done.

Tuesday, 31 October 2017

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Like father like son.
The Crofter here apologising to the floor tiles for neglecting them for so long. Now all grouted and cleaned Croft 2a have been environmentally checked or something now.

Thursday, 26 October 2017

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Not sure that you realise that Croft 2a has it's own website and Merch. Not the merch I painstakingly put together but proper animal bits or something - soon.

Saturday, 21 October 2017

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Dad Crofter was about too - making sure The Crofter was doing his stuff and contemplating the possibilities for Marcel Duchamp. Mrs Crofter was looking after young Emily.


Friday, 20 October 2017

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Off, if you wondering what the smoke from The Croft today, I can assure you you it was The Crofter, 'im of the committees and what have you moving so quickly he was 'smoking'.

Digging out the coow/piggies/chicken/duck hutch he was. Layers of it there. Oh he was having so much fun.
I told you, smoking he was.

Wednesday, 27 September 2017

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No, no, the Crofter has not moved. Yet anyway. I mean several families from the village are on their way off the island but not yer Crofter. Oh no, saw him just today smiling and everything.

Anyway, yours truly, the blogist has been away and I bring this pastoral scene from Asturias for you to savour.


Monday, 25 September 2017

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The barking is still there guarding the old place as The Crofter works away tiling the kitchen inside.

Tuesday, 22 August 2017

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All in the trailer, well half of them anyway. Now off to Croft 10 for a bit of grown grass.

The Crofter has his own snaps too on Faceplant

Monday, 21 August 2017

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There's little doubt The Crofter's Dad likes being out and about with the sheeps and his son on a sunny day. Not sure he's so keen on the photographist.

Sunday, 20 August 2017

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The sheeps crowd into the small pen en-route to the trailer. No idea about the white fluffy sheeps - the Crofter tells me it's a throwback. To whom and from whom I don't really know

Saturday, 19 August 2017

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Soon The Crofter and Dad were making the temporary pen for the sheeps to mill about in - and weren't the sheeps happy to see that? Yes, was the answer.

Friday, 18 August 2017

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The Crofter and Dad Crofter took the Pimpmobile with the trailer up to Dots croft to collect the wee sheeps. They were so very pleased to see him.

Thursday, 17 August 2017

Thursday, 10 August 2017

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Wonders will never cease, the Barking Dog is quiet for once. It is still there but quietly looking on. And how did this come about? Well, some intensive training by The Crofters got tBG to shut up for once. Brilliant work.


The day to day goings on arfe still going on, here The Crofter telling the piggie her bedtime story.

Wednesday, 9 August 2017

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Frankie the miniture coow, her mum and those orrible white ducks with long necks

Monday, 7 August 2017

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Oh, it's all action doon on the croft at this time of year. See, there's a birdy type thing enjoying the quiet.

Sunday, 6 August 2017

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Went down to see Dad Crofter the other day. Found him looking for that long-lost whatever it was he started looking for. We had a little chit--chat about this and that while the weather changed by  the moment.
Mum and Frankie the miniture coow enjoyed the cooling mist