With French visitors staying and awful rain and storms in the last few days, we have been struggling to show our beloved Scotland at its best. But on Sunday evening, the weather relented as we drove home. Mist and a subtle sunset turned the landscape to mystery. One of our visitors felt she was seeing the soul of Scotland. I think she was right.
And the quiet was profound - no traffic, no wind, just the call of a buzzard to its young.
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