Yesterday, on a bright, warm sunny morning, we walked along
the banks of the river Tees, from Low Force to High Force waterfall. We have
been coming here for many years. Like so much of the British countryside, it is
beautiful in Autumn. The rivers are full and the leaves are just beginning to
turn; couldn’t be more opposite to the dry, hot, dusty, flat plains of Spain.
The sward is still dense by the path and the fields are spangled
with knapweed and field scabious. We saw a group of half-a- dozen tups by
themselves in an enclosure, with their enormous willies, getting ready for mating.
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