The Trossachs of Scotland: Mist in May

Its early morning at Aberfolye and this is our first full day here. The last thing I expected was mist and so I jumped into my outdoor cloths and ran down the lane which overlooked these fields and local hills. I liked this tree and the horse was a pure bonus, as I felt the cold coming through my gloves and by-now very wet trainers, walking through the frosty dew covered fields. The mist moved around like a magic veil.
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