More of the joys today - no long walks but twice up onto our hill, the second time at dusk, a cold evening, a mist sitting in the dips of the fields,all the surrounding wind turbines (and there are quite a few now) at a standstill, smoke from the neighbour`s chimney rising straight up into a clear sky, Ben Rinnes a sharp silhouette in the distance and the urgent alarm calls of several blackbirds echoing across the field only serving to emphasize the otherwise perfectly still atmosphere.
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