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The kind Crofter has to earn a crust so others can eat theirs.

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It's still there awaiting fuel.

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The Crofter joshes with a neighbour as the sun shines coldy.

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Dad Crofter and fodder

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The Crofters were just preparing for a minor expedition when I came across them the other day. Emily had decided the sheeps needed feeding so Mum got her up in her modern sedan chair, sorted Dad out with some food in buckets and off they went. The sun was shining and a little warmth bathed them as they sauntered down the field to the sheeps.

 Oh, how lovely it was. Emily smiled and pointed the way for Mum and Dad.

Of course Emily was right, the sheeps found and fed and the sun enjoyed.

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Happy Birthday to The Crofter, now past his best-by date again sings to his flying pig cake in 2012.

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