If ever you need some head space, come to the Antrim Hills. That used to be the stock phrase of Mother's, when it all got too much for her - 'I'm away to the hills', she would say. Never went, of course, it was just her way of dealing with the stress of having to look after so many men in her life.
It's a grand spot, though, isn't it? Just a few sheep around, grazing contentedly on the gentle slopes of Glen Dun. At least I think it's sheep, half-way up the hill there - but it could just be dust on the negs (again).
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