A diary of sorts

By Tempus_Fugit

Dulce et Decorum Est

Watching the group leaning forward, slowly working their way through deep snow up the significant gradient reminded me of the opening line of a brilliant poem (see title).

Grim imagery (and battered shins!) aside it was another fantastic morning in the Ochils. I'll miss the snow when it's gone!!

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