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| Our fearless leader... |
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| This is what we call a tarn (a wee lake up on a hill). |
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| To remind me later, this was me- I was actually here! |
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| This rainbow lighting up this patchwork hillside was even more gorgeous in real life- really dark and wide. |
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| I'd follow these two anywhere... |
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| The bracken turns the water the color of strong tea. |
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| Here's where we took shelter for our lunch |
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| Check out the earrings! |
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| If you don't keep these penned in they wander all over the place. |
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| Gee, I wish better records were kept, cause I sure would like to know who the vicar was before Adam in 1160... |
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