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| On the way to the ferry we passed the standing stones at Eyre. Looking out over the loch they shared a field with a rather large group of inquizitive cows who seemed to take pleasure in following us around. We walked briskly up to the stones, lingered for a minute until the cows had lost interest and then walked briskly back. This post appears as part of the weblog entry From Rum to Rodel, our search for all things historic
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Posted by notjamesbond1st July 2003ce |
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