Saturday, February 14, 2026

Hebridean Dreaming

 


We were whisky distillery-hopping on Islay (can they be a finer way to spend time?) As someone once said (or sung), we stopped into a church, we passed along the way. I took this photograph, and then we moved on. Hebridean dreaming, on such a winter's day.



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  1. Anonymous9:06 PM

    I can hear the tune but can't think what the song is.....

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