Last saturday I went home to where I grew up, to visit a friend. The weather was really nice, so I took the opportunity to photograph some too. Dad took me to this place, a piece of land that my uncle ownes. My parents have been working there; tiding up, cut donw trees and bushes. Long time ago, like 50 years, this was a croft. Many people has live there. My grandfather had a farm and needed help to run it. The people he hired lived on that croft. Apart from working on my uncles farm for at least 8 hours a day, they had to work when they came home too — just to take care of the croft. It was hard life.
Dad told me all this when we were there. He is a great storyteller and know so much about all sorts of stuff. He always has a story to tell when we visit places. I like to listen to those.
These photos might now be so special to you, but to me they carry something extra since there’s a story behind them I can relate to.