We began the climb into the Highlands, and the land changed from green fields to round-shouldered hills that grew bigger and darker and more liberally dotted with snow as we went on…They seemed to move slowly past the bus, so old and so full of stories, so knowing and so powerful that they could not be made to hurry as the paddocks and towns did. Of course there’s something in the Loch, I nodded, bowing to their will. Of course there are things out there beyond human comprehension. How insignificant we all are! How you put us into context!

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