There were no mountains, but rather lots of hills covered in heather...
...and grasses.
He especially loved the first drink stop, in the ruins of an old house...
...that they had to climb a ladder to get into.It was a large group, but they all managed to fit inside.
He also loved getting to pet Shetland ponies.
He couldn’t resist drinking a White Wife, especially fitting since I could be described that way.








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