Bog Myrtle & Peat

Life and Work in Galloway


woodcock

  • “Let there be woodcock”

    On our regular lamping trips around the farm, we began to notice woodcock in the torchlight. One in particular could always be found in the same spot at the same time, blinking unhappily in the brightness. The light completely dazzled him, and he would stare with a vacant expression for a time before crossing his Continue reading

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Shout on, Morgan. You’ll be nothing tomorrow

Swn y galon fach yn torri, 1952

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