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.
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.