No, I don't know what was going on. It was dark in there; howling and wet outside and the animal doctors had not arrived yet. Maybe the good crofter was going stir-crazy. Maybe JP was trying to escape, who knows?
The Drs did arrive looked at the coows tongues and the like, checked their cholestrol levels or something. Took ages. I went home as it was getting dark and my steam camera can't see at that point.
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.