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The kind Crofter and Dad Crofter knit the fences in search of the perfect sculpture

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Emily and Gemma brave the traffic to go and see the sheeps.

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I took myself off down the icy road to see The Crofter who was squirrelling away in his lab making teeth for the gummy masses.

Dad Crofter came along as well so I could appreciate his head couture. Looked very cosy I must say.

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The kind Crofter whispering sweet nothings to his best tractor in the hope it might keep going. This shows how much The Crofter has assimilated into Hebrides life.

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Recent birthday boy Dad Crofter here seen apologising to the grass for bringing the coows to play on it. 

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The coows were causing a stir in the village shouting and hollering for food after they'd eaten the croft bare near enough so, the kind crofter took off with his trusty [sometimes] tractor with a roll of grassy allsorts. The tractor merely needed a little tlc, a kick up the *rse and a bit of string to get going.

The kind crofter and his everso kind Dad got the roll of grassy goodness off the tractor thing and started it off rolling down the slope - like a oversize cheese-rolling contest - only, they were the only ones there and it wasn't cheese. Or the Cotswolds.

The kind crofter chased after the roll but then couldn't, despite his immense strength and guile get the thing on it's end as the coows prefer. So, I got me boots on - along with dearest Eve and we set off to help. I have no snaps of that. We got it the right way and got back too - despite wearing red !

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G'dad Crofter, Emily and The Barking dog.