I shall not go there again. No more shall I walk the purple embroidered heather hills.

The majestic peregrine falcon no more graces the far horizon. The local gamekeeper poisioned it to protect his lordship's grouse.

I shall not go there again. The hitherto distant horizon clear is darkened and echoes with the dying peregrine's haunting wail.

I shall not go there again. Soon the horizon will be filled with deafening sound of gun fire and dead grouse will rain from the blood stained sky.

I shall not go there again.