Up pale grey mountain, through silver fog, bracken, bramble, dry heather shrub, past gravestone pile from forgotten time, facing west in whipping wind, the small black lake keeps witchs ring, where the doomed king looked out to sea, Fenian blood in turf, the chilling quiet, the cry of hounds.
2 h 45 min
Amplia
Unisex
4.16 / 5 | (128 reseñas)