On Christmas Eve Galloway was cloaked in thick fog from Moffat to Springholm. Edom and I drove in late at night at a slow speed and with lights bright. There was a blue hue. It was a mellow end to a frantic week and in Castle Douglas we were reunited with loved ones, puppies and cats. For me, Christmas offered the opportunity for reflection and
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