Another sunny day, another hill, another spruce plantation, another wind farm.
Just imagine what the Pentlands and nearly all the other hills south of Edinburgh would be like without Baabaara (having a quick pee here before bolting) and all her woolly friends. A paradise of harebells, birch and oak, juniper, wood ruff, blaeberries, violets, and a million little songbirds.
Still I guess you wouldn't get such long views or be able to come back home to a nice lamb pasanda