With the black waters rippling and the tufts of rushes

“Here there was no evidence of the hand of man, and I walked with my dog among the miles of heather, peat hags and bog pools with the black waters rippling and the tufts of rushes bending and swaying in the eternal wind.”

-James Herriot, Every Living Thing

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