One evening I walked up the hill behind the industrial estate on the edge of Dyce, a small town just a couple of miles north of Aberdeen. Pretty soon, I found myself on steep-sided, gorse-lined lanes and then out in open farmland with waving wheat between drystone walls and distant dark silhouettes of pine trees on the ridge. It was late September but h…
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