Pater Crofter is back. I caught him feeding the mechanical pig - or whatever it is. The 'thing' was about to be put to bed for the winter on account of the weather becoming less summer-like. Basically, it's gone colder and damper.
Mum Crofter is back too - with a guest in tow. The guest, Gemma and The Crofter imself came up for a spot of poisoning chez nous the other evening - and I have seen neither since. Ooh Er!
Dad and Mum are still away on the mainland as I write - a family bereavement sadly. Mr Crofter is handling all of the jobs on his own - bar the deliveries which yours truly has taken on. [When I don't forget]. That's how I know how expensive pig pellets are these days! Maybe The Crofter should eat cornflakes like the rest of us do.
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.