Croissant
Our dog walks funny on the shingle beach at Kippford
Heather and sea. Out of place rocks on Bengairn. It�s very wet underfoot
Suddenly surrounded by Painted Ladies amongst the thistles on the coast path to Sandyhills
It�s summer in the glasshouse at Threave. Outside it feels like February.
In a grassy hollow on the cliffs above Balcary. A smell of coconut from the nearby gorse. The wind whistles above
Lying behind piles of rocks near Cairnsmore of Fleet summit the only sound is of skylarks and I don�t want to leave
Our socks got wet and sandy but we don�t care. The warm sun at Mossyard feels like a holiday
Pollarded Tree Evening Moon

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