Wherever next?

By aime

Abernethy

A magical place in my memory. Winter walks with cousins. Great Grandparents in the graveyard. The place where my mother spent her holidays as a girl, visiting her two Aunts, "the Miss Lindsays." Rosebank, that musty smeling house they inhabited. The round tower. Lots more, but no room for a biscuit.

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