The Crofter seems to have acquired a new high-powered mobile chicken shed. 4.3 litres worth I'm told. It doesn't work of course but it is shiny - and that's important. And it does have an engine although at the time of writing we are not sure it works. Never mind, the seats are lovely.
It joins Lucy - who you can see top left, the Pimped-up-Mobile next to Lucy, the old [newer but rusty] Land-Rover seen here attached to the new chicken-shed by a wire, the yellow van on t'croft being used as a shed, the quad, and the digger. Eh? You just cannot have enough toys when you are a crofter.
It seems ages ago that the Watsons came up to visit. Like good hosts I took them to see the piggies down on t'croft. Seeing Mr Crofter Sir is from Yorkshire and so are the Watsons, they almost speak the same language too. and it was sunny then.
Chickens in a big hutch.
It's still sunny. It is on the island anyway although the mist has been cloaking the village for the last two days. At least it's a tad cooler.
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.