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While I was swallowing my last piece of orange, I was looking back towards Tunskeen and beyond, to where the sombre pile of the Merrick was lording it over all, and thinking of the forlorn and dejected ruin of Culsharg bothy on the other side, with its black eyes where windows once used to be, as it sits gazing sadly out over the burn towards Buchan Hill. Often enough in the past, the shadows of cyclists have been cast upon its