I'm still listening the fog horn and somebody telling me, hey hurry, hurry up the fisher boats are arriving... The boats already were in the harbour, what it was arriving was the fog. But it was worth it seeing the fisherman work in the warehouse or the boats embraced by the fog... It was another face of Scotland.
I'm still listening the fog horn and somebody telling me, hey hurry, hurry up the fisher boats are arriving... The boats already were in the harbour, what it was arriving was the fog. But it was worth it seeing the fisherman work in the warehouse or the boats embraced by the fog... It was another face of Scotland.
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