Sunday, 10 December 2017


We had a wee breeze the other day - and snow was forecast again. It came a few weeks back and then went quickly. It was here a bit in 2013 but now, not sure. No doubt the Crofter's will be letting me know if it's here and affecting their workings

Saturday, 9 December 2017


Will our festive hats see the light of day when we visit The Crofters over the Festival of conspicuous over-consumption soon?

Watch this space

Friday, 8 December 2017


Post storm Caroline we had a little snow. The pigs were not too keen although they did venture for a spot of breakfast.

Thursday, 7 December 2017


Oops! The numbering the of posts seem to have gorn astray I notice. No doubt you have too and were about to write in. Well, don't bother since I really don't care. There, I've said it. I'm going to stick with my mis-numbered posts here. and to top it all I have posted a virtually irrelevant and rubbish snap from another year as well.


The Kind Crofter and the Kind Dad Crofter wondering what the future will bring - in 2012.

And wondering where the sheeps have gone

Sunday, 3 December 2017


I think it was The Crofter's attempt at "Biggles goes to the Isle of lewis". Nice eh - although I do think carrying around that fence thing all day is a bit overdoing it.

Friday, 1 December 2017


No idea to be honest, but it has arrived !


Dad Crofter driving the barra' on the road by the croft. To be honest I'm not sure he has the right licence endorsement to drive that thing but I won't tell if you won't.

Thursday, 30 November 2017


Dad Crofter here modelling this years winter good weather fashion. The range will soon be available for all good crofter's wardrobes shortly

Tuesday, 28 November 2017


I caught the Crofter on film praticing his moves. What for I have no idea but it won't end well for the sheeps.

Sunday, 26 November 2017


Mrs Crofter and Emily posing in the warm sunlight on a snowy day

Saturday, 25 November 2017


The day the old land rover decided enough was enough and refused to move. She had to be pulled out.

Thursday, 23 November 2017


Caught the Crofter measuring up for new curtains in the Big Shed the other day. He is so kind and tries to ensure that the new coows housey is color coordinated.

Wednesday, 22 November 2017


This is a coow. And a coowlette. Not sure where that came from but I'm told it's a bit like Russian Dolls. I'm a bit squeamish when it comes to live things in big sheds so I don't ask too much.

The big coow is Ok cause she doesn't try and take your arm off if you walk too close and the little one looks lovely and lively.

Tuesday, 21 November 2017

Saturday, 18 November 2017


Here He is then. The 2017 November version anyway.

Still seems to be smiling. Must be Emily his daughter and his dear wifey Gemma that's doing it.

Friday, 17 November 2017


I nearly fell off me legs the other day when the Tractor that nearly goes properly, went properly and, get this, on the first time of asking. Eh? You're not surprised I nearly ended up on my dainty little bottom now are you?

The Ttngp had to be fired up so that something else could be moved. Can't remember for the life of me what it was since the starting of the engine incident - without the changing of the battery, bump-starting it with the Pimpmpmobile - threw me and my mind couldn't compute anything else. Not that this doesn't happen regularly of course, it's just that it never happens. I mean, even The Crofter was smiling.

Tuesday, 7 November 2017


Don't ask me to do this again. Granted the snaps are a bit wobbly or something but it was pi**ing down, the wind howling and the sheeps running fast. What else does one expect eh?

Filthy the weather was. Filthy I tell you. The good Crofter wore his best foul weather gear wellies and everything. It was horrible.

Mr Crofter had been to the mainland the day before to get some 'much needed' sheeps. Needed for what I don't know. I mean, what's wrong with the other millions he has. The Crofter hid behind the trailer [above] so as not to mess up his hairstyle.

I mean, the weather was horrid. Have I told you that? I had me boots on, me leggings, me 'at and me coat. I was cold. and wet at the end. I ran about waving my arms don't you know - to no avail as it happens. But I did do it.

Dad Crofter said little, smiled a little and stood ready to invite the wayward sheeps into the big shed. They didn't get in.

Mr Crofter lifted a hurdle or two. Luckily the ground is good. Two sheeps had to sleep outside, and two in the big shed.

No, the snaps are not sharp. It was blowin a hoolie. And I only had the little camera to bring out quickly beneath the torrent.

The Good Crofter was tolerably happy when things were done.

Tuesday, 31 October 2017


Like father like son.
The Crofter here apologising to the floor tiles for neglecting them for so long. Now all grouted and cleaned Croft 2a have been environmentally checked or something now.

Thursday, 26 October 2017


Not sure that you realise that Croft 2a has it's own website and Merch. Not the merch I painstakingly put together but proper animal bits or something - soon.

Saturday, 21 October 2017


Dad Crofter was about too - making sure The Crofter was doing his stuff and contemplating the possibilities for Marcel Duchamp. Mrs Crofter was looking after young Emily.

Friday, 20 October 2017


Off, if you wondering what the smoke from The Croft today, I can assure you you it was The Crofter, 'im of the committees and what have you moving so quickly he was 'smoking'.

Digging out the coow/piggies/chicken/duck hutch he was. Layers of it there. Oh he was having so much fun.
I told you, smoking he was.

Wednesday, 27 September 2017


No, no, the Crofter has not moved. Yet anyway. I mean several families from the village are on their way off the island but not yer Crofter. Oh no, saw him just today smiling and everything.

Anyway, yours truly, the blogist has been away and I bring this pastoral scene from Asturias for you to savour.

Monday, 25 September 2017


The barking is still there guarding the old place as The Crofter works away tiling the kitchen inside.

Tuesday, 22 August 2017


All in the trailer, well half of them anyway. Now off to Croft 10 for a bit of grown grass.

The Crofter has his own snaps too on Faceplant

Monday, 21 August 2017


There's little doubt The Crofter's Dad likes being out and about with the sheeps and his son on a sunny day. Not sure he's so keen on the photographist.

Sunday, 20 August 2017


The sheeps crowd into the small pen en-route to the trailer. No idea about the white fluffy sheeps - the Crofter tells me it's a throwback. To whom and from whom I don't really know

Saturday, 19 August 2017


Soon The Crofter and Dad were making the temporary pen for the sheeps to mill about in - and weren't the sheeps happy to see that? Yes, was the answer.

Friday, 18 August 2017


The Crofter and Dad Crofter took the Pimpmobile with the trailer up to Dots croft to collect the wee sheeps. They were so very pleased to see him.

Thursday, 17 August 2017

Thursday, 10 August 2017


Wonders will never cease, the Barking Dog is quiet for once. It is still there but quietly looking on. And how did this come about? Well, some intensive training by The Crofters got tBG to shut up for once. Brilliant work.

The day to day goings on arfe still going on, here The Crofter telling the piggie her bedtime story.

Wednesday, 9 August 2017


Frankie the miniture coow, her mum and those orrible white ducks with long necks

Monday, 7 August 2017


Oh, it's all action doon on the croft at this time of year. See, there's a birdy type thing enjoying the quiet.

Sunday, 6 August 2017


Went down to see Dad Crofter the other day. Found him looking for that long-lost whatever it was he started looking for. We had a little chit--chat about this and that while the weather changed by  the moment.
Mum and Frankie the miniture coow enjoyed the cooling mist

Saturday, 5 August 2017


I couldn't let the recent visit of The Vet man, Hector Low pass without a suitable snap. Here Hector seen discussing the finer points of veterinary couture in between tickling the sheeps bottoms - or whatever he does.

Friday, 4 August 2017


Oh, I forgot to mention that Uncle Hector the kindly vet came to The Big shed and took the temperatures of the sheeps looked at their tongues and all that sort of technical stuff.  Hadn't seen him for a while but I recognised his dulcet tones.

Thursday, 3 August 2017


The sun has been shining a lot here you know. Not now as I write you understand, but before that. And since them little wooly-backed are getting a touch warm, the Good Crofter brought them in for a short back and sides and a tickle - obvs.

Now, them sheeps know the Good Crofter is a Good Man and everything - although they possibly know little of his committees and the like - and will follow him nicely. So nicely TGC took them back to his big shed in case the expected rain actually did arrive. It did.

Friday, 28 July 2017


I hadn't been down to The Croft for a few days - what with The Barking Dog and me being busy and all that. I'd heard The Croft and his good wifey and Dad Crofter had won a few trinkets at a local show with their buns, beans and sheeps.  Not the mini-sheeps though, the Crofter is keeping those for a special occasion although I'm not what sort of occasion that is!

I found the Crofter and Dad Crofter playing hide and seek in the big shed. Seemed odd as the sun was shining outside and everything and you know it's always best to play outside. Turns out they were looking for some wire bits to start the Nice Tractor . Apparently, the electric box thing was flat - looked just like the others to me - and that meant the smoke producing engine bit wouldn't go. I added my unwanted knowledge to the situation and suggested they tow the thing out of the Big Shed with the Pimpmpmobile. They did that to my surprise and soon the very quiet tractor, a very Nice tractor was outside in the sunshine. The big string was found, knitted and everything so the Pimpmobile and the Nice Tractor were co-joined or something.

The Crofter had consulted his seaweed and said that rain was on the way so the sheeps had to go inside so they could have their haircut in the dry. You know, it's all so very complicated this crofting lark. You don't just leave them sheeps to enjoy themselves you know.