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Something that has always stuck in my mind from my grandmother telling me about her childhood on Shetland was that she once witnessed a Shetland pony walking across some land and being sucked into a bog and drowned. I think the image I had in my head from that anecdote must have traumatised me on some level as it instantly comes to my mind whenever I see boggy ground like that.
Oh dear, that’s a scary story! I feel a great deal of respect about bogs too… Luckily, I could just shoot this photo from a bridge, so no risk was involved — though I didn’t feel too comfortable around!
Something that has always stuck in my mind from my grandmother telling me about her childhood on Shetland was that she once witnessed a Shetland pony walking across some land and being sucked into a bog and drowned. I think the image I had in my head from that anecdote must have traumatised me on some level as it instantly comes to my mind whenever I see boggy ground like that.
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Oh dear, that’s a scary story! I feel a great deal of respect about bogs too… Luckily, I could just shoot this photo from a bridge, so no risk was involved — though I didn’t feel too comfortable around!
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