The prospect was discomposing.

She is the only flower of fragrance that has blown in this vicinage for ten years past, or will for ten years to come […].

I can't breathe, I'm creasing so hard.

North of Tain …, the line reaches the southern shore of Dornoch Firth. Here, the railway and the A9 trunk road, which have hitherto run close together, diverge.