They shall grow not old,as we that are left grow old;Age shall not weary them,nor the years condemn.At the going down of the sunand in the morningWe will remember them.
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Sitting in the ferry queue at Uig, the fog began to clear and we were in for yet another fine sunny day. The trip across the Little Minch to...
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