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Did I have images of Celtic crosses in crumbling walled church yards or tartan clad men wielding large broadswords in the heather? Pipers ghostly sounds carrying across fields?
Or did I think of working with my border collies to move woolly sheep on the misty hillsides of the land of my ancestors?
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2 comments:
Then once he is finished with your thistle he can come over and deal with ours!
Kelvin
argh lassie!
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