Carstramon Woods, near Gatehouse of Fleet, Dumfries and Galloway, Scotland
There is nobody here. It is isolated perfection. There are glades where surely small folk dance widdershins, circles of trees centuries old but not being admired or photographed to admire at a future date. Here be magic. We are at the end of the world but also the beginning. Come visit but tread softly.
November 27th, 2012 at 12:13 pm
Poor Trust is dead; Bad Pay killed him. – English Proverb