My dream team
Nov 19, 2020
2 minutes
T IS a reassuringly crisp, mid-November morning. Navigating lowland Perthshire’s avenues of mighty oaks and beeches, anticipation builds as the rolling peaks of the Sidlaws beyond dare to defy the early mist. The familiar silhouette of a house and its chimney stacks appears welcomingly before me, as much an old sporting friend as any.
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