Driving back from Tongue, on the far north coast of Scotland, our journey through part of the most remote areas of the Highlands coincided with dusk. Wild deer come down from the hills at this time of night to make their way to the water of the lochs. On seeing them crossing the road a […]
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Driving back from Tongue, on the far north coast of Scotland, our journey through part of the most remote areas of the Highlands coincided with dusk. Wild deer come down from the hills at this time of night to make their way to the water of the lochs. On seeing them crossing the road a […]
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Driving back from Tongue, on the far north coast of Scotland, our journey through part of the most remote areas of the Highlands coincided with dusk. Wild deer come down from the hills at this time of night to make their way to the water of the lochs. On seeing them crossing the road a […]
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OK, OK, I know: I’m a city boy at heart. But I defy anyone to be less than impressed when rounding a corner on a lonely road in the Scottish Highlands at dusk to be confronted with a hillside covered in red deer does and stags.
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(As run over by Jo in Scotland a couple of years ago.)
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I have decided to re-join the flickr community as a Pro member. I’ve been away for just a couple of weeks and have missed the flexibility and community feeling which makes it so good to be a member here. I have a love-hate relationship with my own website and at the moment, I want to […]
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