Summer in the Scottish Highlands and I often find my paws padding over a soft carpet of wild thyme. A pretty plant, I'm sure you'll agree. Only problem is, the sight of the little purple blooms triggers in Gail an urge to sing massacre a favourite and lovely traditional song.
You will be most relieved not to have to hear Gail's tuneless warbling, and instead I commend to you this version of 'Wild Mountain Thyme', sensitively performed by Dick Gaughan and friends.
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