Cow parsley and forget-me-nots, buttercups and clover and swathes of those beautiful purple grasses underfoot with the swallows and martins continuing to swoop over our heads as the light slowly diminished. And at the last a fiery coloured young fox bolting across a field away from us.Could have walked to Inverness....if I`d thought there`d still have been a pub open by the time I got there.
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