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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

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"look and learn darling"

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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.

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Family outing with sheeps

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

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

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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.

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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.

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Sometimes it's nice.
Even in winter

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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.

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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.

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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.