Yes, yes all is well. In fact I think The Croft is running smoother than ever with The Crofter away with his lady friend in, in,, wherever they are. The goings on at the The Croft are being kept in oorder by Mater and Pater Crofter. Widdle is doing what she does and the ducks are being rather duck-like.
Somehow the leci packed up in part of the hoose and the sheeps kits in the freezer were unfreezing and no doubt threatening to come back to life. Dread the thought- he does have 6 million or so sheeps strutting their stuff out on The Croft already!
So The Crofter got the leci-man in. Imself of the committees and the like. Has this man no weak points in his talent pool?
There. That's THE MAN HIMSELF on the left. The Crofter that is, him of the committees and what have you. With a Donald who came to see Dodgyknees [aka Diogenese] for a spot of borrowation. To be totally honest, I'm not that sure whether Dodgyknees is here with The Crofter at the moment or with Donald. It was lovely to meet Mr Donald anyway. Seemed such a gent who wears his glasses very well.
There's always washing to be done - especially with Widdle around. Mum Crofter does it. Maybe the returnee to the island from Bangkok might do some as well - in between renovating the PoR, clearing up after Widdle and cutting the sheeps hair. Maybe.
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.