Up the rocky mountain
We walked up the rocky mountain and down the rushy glen, we could na go ahunting for fear o little men……
Beautiful views from the top and much to wonder at along the way. Small red damsel flies on peaty black pools, tiny wild flowers of a million colours. Joyful skylarks singing their hearts out, so high in the bluest of blue.Far down in the valleys, secret lochans glisten invitingly but they are too far from the sea. We are restless.
Bees like my flowery shorts. Kenny… a scallop dredger just came in. It only had a few bags on a pallet.
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