Along ancient byways
Scotch mutton pie tastes best after a long, tiring walk. And if possible, to the strains of a bagpipe, with a glass of whiskey in hand.
On the narrow roads you travel slowly and with open windows. When a car comes toward you, you politely slow down, and move one wheel and then another off to the side of road, which is overgrown with weeds. You exchange glances with the driver in the van opposite you, usually someone you know, say good morning and ask how are you doing, and send regards home. On narrow roads you have time to enjoy the scenery.
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