story 1

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November 23, 2011

As we descended from Rattagan Pass towards Glenelg, sunlight filled the valley and bounced off the river that runs through it.

story 2

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November 23, 2011

We turned into the grounds of Balcraggie House, knowing that Donna and Eddie would make us welcome.

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November 23, 2011

"Later", I said, "I might go walking, or climbing, or perhaps kayaking or cycling. And then, write a little, and try my hand at painting."

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November 23, 2011

My husband stared at me with an incredulous gaze. “Why can’t we just sit and admire the view?”