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Collected my fly companions at car park. Headnet off and on through the stroll, switching sun streak for sweatiness . Track for a wee bit, then off at post signed to Dam walk. Soon on to tracks, wending now all the way to Milaneoch hill. Mildly curious about a crescent of a most luminous lime coloured type, like a giant childs' toy slime spill, by the trees on the right on the way up the last of the ascent. Then top. Trig. Sandwich consumed with, I thought, both adeptness and awkwardness while still wearing headnet. Returned the same route, and my flies to their home ground. Only one though, as I sat itching later than night, had got in a bite. Can I make it to the end of the report on this most exemplary of environments without referencing the sightsoreness, or is this a fake, Quixotic, twist before I, like they turning in the wind were, have to be moaning afore and aftoner.
