HE fence is too rusted and full of holes to be stock proof, but it would hold an infantry battalion up for long enough to be machine-gunned. It is less than a furlong since the last one and I have lost count of how many we have crossed this morning. It is a relief that I don’t have a dog with me, let alone a wife to lift over it. The Chief Photographer has heeded my advice and taken her
Hebridean overtures
Nov 15, 2023
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