The day we are packing for our trip home, a moulting hind grazes next to the tent. The thin animal is as imperturbable as a goat; even when Margaret cycles past it, the hind just calmly keeps grazing. For this year this is our last day here; we had some light rain in the morning, but now it's dry, and no midges! Donald had been so kind as to take away our rubbish.
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