I was out with the Crofters today running around a croft trying to catch sheeps. Apparently they sold a few but had to get them in first. I was wasted. Had to go to sleep afterwards. I'd also been out to the coows and into the big shed where an assortment of creatures were playing.
where Mr Croftger tickled Rosie's things for some reason !
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.