Field sketch

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On this mornings walk I heard skylarks, reminding me of the island of Sanday, and walking at the north end, at Tofts Ness, a place of neolithic dwellings, cattle, sheep, grass of parnassus and eyebright. Lying in the dunes, the fulmars would glide past, inches away, fixing you with a curious eye. And the skylarks would rise up from the fields singing until they disappeared from view. It is the edge of the world there.

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