The short journey from the festive great meadow to the sacred knoll of the Dunraven stone circle was like stepping back four thousand years in time. As the noise and merriment of the gathering faded behind them, Alistair and Fiona walked along the narrow, moss-covered trail beneath the canopy of ancient Scots pines. The path was illuminated only by small tin lanterns carried by Hamish and Arthur, casting gentle amber…
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