Dad Gemmima has been up recently. Came up as chaperone to the very lovely Gemmima who was visiting her fiancée. Turns out he is a dab hand at semaphore or something like that so soon he was sending signals across the island from the unpolyed poly-tunnel. And I have no reason why. Still, seems a nice chap.
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.