Home The fire is crackling; curtains drawn; a drizzle of rain peppering the window; warmth enveloping me. Feels more like Winter here than Spring, but I don't mind. I would rather the chill of a winter's night and the screeching howl of the wind than a humid summer's afternoon. I think Scotland's icy rivers run in my blood.
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