The Laird’s Tablecloth

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The Laird’s Tablecloth

The snow field sloped upwards ahead of us, the size of a five-a-side football pitch. When we reached its edge, four stones, protruding from the middle of it, stood up and loped away: mountain hares, that had been sitting stone-still in bowls they’d scraped in the snow, to cool down in. It was late June […]

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The Laird’s Tablecloth