Once a year I lose myself in the Western Isles to walk and think - before going back to the life I love
Once a year I lose myself in the Western Isles to walk and think - before going back to the life I love
Briefly

est of Sligachan, the Black Cuillins rise - icebound in the winter and shrouded in cloud.

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Once a year I lose myself in the Western Isles to walk and think - before going back to the life I loveOnce a year I lose myself in the Western Isles to walk and think - before going back to the life I love Briefly