It was another dreich February day. The land was hazy with Scotch mist driving in off the sea with considerable force, and the wind was howling across the top of the moor like an angry beast – but it was possible to find a calmer spot if you knew where to look. Algy discovered a damp but comfortable perch on a tree hanging low over a burn which had carved its way down the hillside, creating shelter for those who clung to its banks. Algy felt chilled and exceedingly damp, but the sounds of the water running beneath him were soothing…

Listen to the sounds of this burn tumbling down the hillside in the Scotch mist.

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