Algy just loved the burn. It took on so many different characters as it made its way from the rocky hillsides through the peat bogs to the sea, and it was constantly on the move. Even in the depths of winter it sparkled and shone, bringing the colours and light of the sky into the deep shade of the wee ravines which it had carved out for itself over the centuries. When Algy perched on its banks he felt that he could happily sit there for years, just watching the flow of the water and listening to the constantly soothing sounds that it made.

Listen to the sounds of the burn as it passed beneath Algy’s bush.

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