Oh the wee Crofter girl Emily has gone off on her first road trip with The Crofter and Gemma along with fellow Hebridean sheeps breader Donald from the south isles. The Crofter took some of his best full-sized sheeps to the show as the chihuahua sized sheeps he has at home don't please the judges any
Meanwhile Dad Crofter is keeping the croft ticking over while they are away. Peace at last !
Of course Dad Crofter has been busy, here playing at being a handsome scare crow in the outside veg patch helpfully turned over by a working Tractor .
Twas a lovely day. A bit of cool breeze yet the shining sun kept us warm.
Now, I'll tell you this quietly since I must mention this to Dad Crofter; his croft couture seems to have gorn astray. A little needle and thread is required to keep up standards.
Nevertheless, Dad seems to have plenty of energy as he coaxes the mini tractor thing into the back of the shed to keep the Chinese FiveYearPlanMobile company as they await a tinkering. Mr Mini tractor thing needs brushes I'm told. What for I have no idea but it does look a tad dusty
Sorry and everything.
I have been serving penance for miss genderising Frankie - not Frank in my previous post. Apologies. You just can't tell these days.
I caught Mr Crofter Sir, 'im of the committees etc, playing with his machines in the Big Shed. Apparently, and I know you'll find this hard to believe, one or two of the machines are a little under the weather. There, I've said it. Just as well The Crofters don't actually read this.
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.