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.