See also The Monolith in the Graveyard All was peaceful in the Scottish Highlands. The birds sang, the Highland Cattle mooed, the Stags walked around merrily, and the Proclaimers blared out from speakers at the top of Glasgow Castle. “It‘s good to be home,” native Scot Jo Whitley said as she walked up to theContinue reading “The Monolith in the Highlands”
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