Often we saw the dazzling brightness of blown spray, or of gulls following a boat, and a rosy light on the snow of the highest hills, On days of broken cloud there would be travelling gleams on the slopes, moving pools of light, like those cast by the head-lamps of a car. And one bright day in February, when I was rowing close under a little cliff, I saw the quivering play of ripples reflected on the smooth face of the rock. Island of Skye by Margaret Leigh. Tour Skye.
Spring Road Trip Drive With Bagpipes Music On History Visit To Kingsbarns
East Neuk Of Fife Scotland
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Tour Scotland 4K Spring travel video of a road trip drive, with Scottish
bagpipes music, on the A917 route on ancestry, genealogy, family history
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I am adding this to my list of "must sees"!
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