Yes, you have missed loads of posts. But then so have I. Life eh?
Still The Crofter is still doing well and more beings have moved into the wee house.
There's Gemmima of course; the wife2b busily painting everything pink, sorting out The Wedding and leaving the PoR to further deteriorate in the rain.
Then there's Jill, the barking dog and Roy the quiet and intelligent dog.
Dogs you say?
Yep, two of the things. Only, one barks it's head off when you arrive and sets off the whole village canine inhabitants. That's Jill, the supposed house dog - on account of it's, it's .... no idea actually since I prefer Roy, the 'working' dog who was meant to live in a specially constructed housey in the 'garden' but seems to spend most of it's life curled up on a chair by the stove. No doubt when there is work to be done, Gemmina will get The Crofter out of the dog-house where she had sent him and Roy will spring into life. Jill meanwhile will be barking!
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.