Here I am, in a three-star bed and breakfast in a small village in the Highlands of Scotland. I am tired yet satisfied with a day of riding through the hills and moranes. After a sumptuous and jovial dinner with our gang of six Norweigans, an English barrister, our Scottish driver, British tour guide, and me, I retire to my room. Here I read (on my Kindle) Kidnapped, by Robert Louis Stevenson of Edinburgh, a story that is set neigh far from here. I drink my Caol Isa whisly and a bit of tea before an early bed, a big breakfast of fresh smoked local salmon, and another day of riding amid the heather.
Cheers!
-SO
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