Still & always entranced by magic & mystic Scotland. “But pleasures are like poppies spread— You seize the flow’r, its bloom is shed; Or like the snow falls in the river— A moment white—then melts forever.” Robert Burns
Still & always entranced by magic & mystic Scotland. “But pleasures are like poppies spread— You seize the flow’r, its bloom is shed; Or like the snow falls in the river— A moment white—then melts forever.” Robert Burns
