Friday, 12 December 2014

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Birds over pigs on a dark day in the Western Isles.

Dinner has been enjoyed. Immensely.

Thursday, 11 December 2014

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Yes, it's two for tea - or breakfast / brunch in this case - down at The Croft these days. And how lovely that is.

Saturday, 6 December 2014

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That's stroppy Tinga patrolling the compound fence making sure no-one gets too close. I didn't as a treasure my arms. Oh and Colla keeping a suitable distance from Tinga watching what happens.



Nothing much happened this time apart from The Crofter taking his Pimpmobile and trailer down to the Glen with the other coows on board - mud up to his armpits!

Tinga and Colla got the later trip.

Friday, 5 December 2014

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Dad Crofter has been very busy of late. The Crofter seems to have other things on his mind for some reason so I get to snap up Dad Crofter more. That's nice because he is very photogenic, doesn't pose too much and has been known to smile. This wasn't one of these days but I like the snap all the same.

Thursday, 4 December 2014

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I spent an hour in the cold wind today - sans suitable head gear - snapping up The Great Man as he tried to persuade Tinga et al to get into their coow charabanc for a little ride from the mud to grass. Only, they didn't want to get in. I froze as The Crofter fell in the mud and other smelly stuff, Dad Crofter giggled and Gemma looked worried as The Boy Shaun turned away in disgust. Only thing was, the film in my Soviet camera refused to wind on so all The Great Man's theatricals were in vain! oops!

In the meantime I present to you Dad Crofter playing his "hay on a wheelbarra" version of Jenga . Of course it fell off, but not before Dad Crofter had trundled the whole affair into the garden! Nothing like mixing fun with work eh?

Monday, 1 December 2014

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Ms Crofter enquires as to whether Mr Crofter, him of the committees and what have you - a most important and now happy chappie - would like his turnip chopper painted pink since there seems to be some paint left over.

Not sure what the answer was but there is always the PoR Gemma. The PoR!



Anyway, the turnips and potatoes await their fate if and only if The Crofter and Dad Crofter manage to refit the cutting teeth. Teeth? Again?


Sunday, 30 November 2014

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Ms Crofter has been painting everything that doesn't move - except the PoR. Obviously. The house is Yorkshire pink head to toe now. I think the PoR may be going the same way soon.

Saw them walking on the beach this morning. What ever next? answers in the comments below please.