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Midges swarm beneath the trees and a few leaves fall although it is only early September. Some ducks fly off, accompanied by the first boom, or rather distant, crumpling sound, from the military training camp at Otterburn. But this valley must have been much noisier when the railway served the surrounding quarries, and, later, when the Kielder dam was being built. The path rises between rowan and hawthorn. You gulp in the sweetly-smelling air and admire the tortoiseshell butterflies that flit beside you, feeling hugely contented, enjoying a gentle stroll under the sun. You pass a small ex-railwaymen’s hut with its brick fireplace. Three horses approach, their smooth coats glistening in the sunlight. Near Broomhope Farm, twenty-odd spoil heaps testify to former quarry workings. Stirrings in the undergrowth generate a clattering flurry of wings and four grouse speed off, intent, it seems, on making an unnecessarily loud and dramatic exit. The path leads through a wood of birch trees, which give way to larches, sunlight filtered by their branches.
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