A while back I was living at a campsite in the cairngorms. Our water come from collected rainwater stored in a big old whisky barrel with a tap. In the tiny patch of watered ground underneath my tap was an even tinier Rowan sapling, which I became rather fond of.
That's the beginning of the story...
Happy belated birthday (as you may guess from the timing of this, I don't bother to check to see if facebook is telling me its someone's birthday...)!
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