hello andy goldsworthy.
hello slightly terrifying bulls.
mum, dad and i were taken on a bush-bash (well, the scottish version of. we were in a land rover at least) over fields and heather, through the wilderness and farms and villages...
...in order to get nice and close to some of andy's work.
(this one's only a month old).
he lives in the area and has a patron in the local duke.
(click to enlarge).
oh, and mum has married me off to the next in line. this is my new home. and from now on you must refer to me as 'your grace'.
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