'Twas just a farmer I observed walking towards me for a couple of minutes across open peat bog with low heather cover - nothing to hide behind for 800m in any direction. I disturbed a skylark, which shot into the air singing beautifully and made me look away from him. When I looked back the man was gone and there was nowhere for him to have gone to. I went over to where he was and looked around just in case he'd disappeared down a swallow-hole or something, but soon figured that a local farmer, especially an auld one, would know the land really well anyway and be able to avoid such things with ease.
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