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| As I sat on top of Barpa Langass wondering just what was the probability of it collapsing, after standing for countless millenia, onto poor old me, I was treated to the magnificent sight of a Hen harrier as it cruised low and silent over the moor, like a Great White Shark of the air, searching for it's unsuspecting prey. Ah, wonderful!! |
Posted by follow that cow3rd April 2005ce Edited 15th January 2011ce
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