All is well at The Croft. The Crofter has been dividing his time between making a living making teeth, fitting the new kitchen with visiting father in law and winning prizes at the local show. As did Mrs Crofter. Well done you.
Emily smiled at me this morning in that knowing way that she does. That was lovely. A dog growled at me from in its pen and all was good
This was that day. Obviously. See that man there, the one that isn't the Crofter, well I can't remember who for the life of me that was. Walked with purpose that I can tell you. Helped The Crofter with the snack of grass stuff for the coows. But who he was / is, no idea.
Must be someone as The Crofter was up on an apportionment with him. Not The Crofter's apportionment but another one with a smidgen of proper grass on and everything.
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.