Sheep graze along the road traversing the rolling hills of the Borders Lowlands of Scotland. The mountains of the Highlands are in the distance. One sheep, less timid than the others, chews on a blade of grass and returns a stare. The world is a winding road.
Sheep graze along the road traversing the rolling hills of the Borders Lowlands of Scotland. The mountains of the Highlands are in the distance. One sheep, less timid than the others, chews on a blade of grass and returns a stare. The world is a winding road.