There is nothing quite like a walk in a forest . . . . . . . . .
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The life and thoughts of Freda Marshall, a retired Church of Scotland minister living amongst the mountains and glens of Argyll.Pages
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The Scots Pines I’ve seen have been Christmas trees. These are very tall. Looks like a tree farm that got away.