A drive through the Scottish Borders
It was a day of green, blue, and white. And green, and green, and green...
26 May 2009
It was a day of green, blue, and white. And green, and green, and green...Popular Posts
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We arrived at The Watermill bookstore in Aberfeldy just as it opened. The sun was glaring off the sheen of fresh rain and a chill hung in t... -
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You heard me. Twirl your tongue around inside your mouth and gather as much saliva as you can muster. Then take a moment to remember the old... -
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