For Inspiration
Autumn Glory
Season of mists and mellow fruitfulness Close bosom friend of the maturing sun, Conspiring with him how to load and bless With fruit that round the thatch-eves run; John Keats
Blue Remembered Hills
Into my heart an air that kills From yon far country blows: What are those blue remembered hills, What spires, what farms are those? That is the land of lost content, I see it shining plain, The happy highways where I went And cannot come again. A.E.Housman
Summer Splendour at Castle Fraser
Hope Springs
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