The Old Shack
Findhorn is the end of the world. At low tide, a mixed colony of grey and common seals bask and sing on the sands of the north shore. Atop a small rise, amongst the dunes and marram grass, stands
Tags: black, findhorn, firth, foundation, isle, moray, schottland, scotland, scottland, travel
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