Boarhills, Fife.

A blonde fields end meets a mute slate sky. Autumn, the turn. Scarlet hips, russet leaves caught in an eddy as the slow burn meanders to the sea. Brackish water, geese and eider, fossilised water etched on rock all caught in a long look this afternoon.

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