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.
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
I couldn't let the recent visit of The Vet man, Hector Low pass without a suitable snap. Here Hector seen discussing the finer points of veterinary couture in between tickling the sheeps bottoms - or whatever he does.
Oh, I forgot to mention that Uncle Hector the kindly vet came to The Big shed and took the temperatures of the sheeps looked at their tongues and all that sort of technical stuff. Hadn't seen him for a while but I recognised his dulcet tones.
The sun has been shining a lot here you know. Not now as I write you understand, but before that. And since them little wooly-backed are getting a touch warm, the Good Crofter brought them in for a short back and sides and a tickle - obvs.
Now, them sheeps know the Good Crofter is a Good Man and everything - although they possibly know little of his committees and the like - and will follow him nicely. So nicely TGC took them back to his big shed in case the expected rain actually did arrive. It did.
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.