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As the journey begins

As I write this summer is in retreat, a little too early if you ask me. You get subtle hints in the morning when the sun is at her brightest and yet you feel that slight nip in the air. I personally love an autumn morning. I’ve accepted I’m a Scotsman living in Scotland. Our summers don’t really last too long.

I am a few days out from starting my journey up and down the West Highland Line. A line I’ve traveled a hundred times if not more. The photo above was in fact taken on a September morning not so many years ago. Looking at it now it brings a little excitement to the fold. When you’re safely behind the glass on that train with the heat turned up and a whiskey in hand, it all feels magical.

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