Tales from a Log Cabin | 1. The Arrival


The log cabin was not exactly luxurious but it was cosy and the roaring fire crackling in the grate lent it warmth as the late afternoon sun slipped behind the mountains where the loch met sea and sky. Shards of the dying light illuminated the warm tartan reds and dark greens of the upholstery on her favourite armchair, with soft cushions large enough to envelop her like a warm jumper.

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Tales from a Log Cabin | 3. Doubts