Two weeks ago John was away to Loch Rannoch in central Scotland. With his good eye and his good camera he came back with these shots. Beautiful, just beautiful!
A.E. Housman wrote "A Shropshire Lad".... While it was England he had in mind these images of his northern neighbour seem apt ....
A.E. Housman wrote "A Shropshire Lad".... While it was England he had in mind these images of his northern neighbour seem apt ....
Into my heart an air that kills
From yon far country blows:
What are those blue remembered hills,
What spires, what farms are those?
From yon far country blows:
What are those blue remembered hills,
What spires, what farms are those?
That is the land of lost content,
I see it shining plain,
The happy highways where I went
And cannot come again.
I see it shining plain,
The happy highways where I went
And cannot come again.
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