Now days Highland Water runs under the low laying boughs of stream side trees, serene and demure, dappled sunlight playing on its gently flowing surface; no longer the racing torrent is was through the winter months, when its banks could frequently not contain it and it travel where it willed, no, today it chatters merrily as navigates its way over sections of nearly exposed gravel, well with the confines of its banks which now tower above.
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