The mist has cleared from the hills but is still lying in the valleys. The land is incredibly green, and for a Scot it does indeed remind one of home, especially so after living through a parched Madrid summer, where the land is burnt brown. The train is currently wending it's way between forests and small hamlets of red tiled buildings, all set on a marvellous background of gentle hills and valleys. I'm about 20 minutes from where I get off. It's turned into an excellent morning.
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