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In this place
With water pure
From ancient hills
Running like blood
Through veins of earth
Flowing o’er time-worn rocks;
We stood with hearts open
And let nature fill our souls.
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This photograph was taken 10 years ago at The Falls of Leny in Scotland. We were just doing a bit of rock hopping when a gentleman joined us with his pipes and began to play. It was a little surreal and incredibly emotional…one of my most treasured memories. When we visit the falls again next week, I will take a photo of my son now, but I won’t hold my breath for a pipe serenade this time!
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My, that’s both cute and remarkable at the same time and with beautiful words too 🙂 You never know what you might see through the Scotch Mist this year! Fingers crossed xx
Thanks Ellie! We might see Nessie this time!! ; ))
Enjoy yourselves 😀
Thanks lovely! xx
Bizarre! I guess that’s the thing with learning/practicing the pipes…. Your nearest and dearest might get quite fed up with it so you have to seek out remote spots where you don’t bother anyone!!! Enjoy your travels next week x
It was quite bizarre! Yes, the pipes are lovely in short bursts…but prolonged listening could grate!! Can’t wait to go!!! : ))
Amazing capture in time!