She dreamed, I knew, of the collie's homeland: its dark,
still lochs and the wild heather rippling in its winds.
Not exact matches
If the alien half lizard yetis are
still honest then the plotting of the
loch ness monster and the fragile guild of the fairies and leprechauns will shine through.
In fact the SLR is decidedly busy, an odd juxtaposition when the
lochs we pass are so
still.