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A poem for Easter
This lovely poem celebrates the first blossoms are braving the April winds.
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Clan MacThomas and the Clach na Coileach
Four dead men and a sackful of live chickens… I'm just waiting for someone to suggest foul play!
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The Butter Bridge, Glen Kinglas
There's something about old bridges, especially when they are left marooned in the past, like this one in Glen Kinglas. And a hermit who lived here? What more do you need?
The Hazel Tree
by Jo Woolf
