The mighty grass plains of Midlothian

I went walking in Craigmillar Castle Park in the evening, the sun was low and the light strange and it was eerily empty and just for a while I felt like in a Stephen King's story, the one where you wander into a slow, golden afternoon of a quiet American town, but you never see the night... see here if you wish.

And this picture just feels like it's been taken somewhere exotic, Africa or Australia, there's even little birds sitting on the branches.