As he did so the shadows of every bush of bog-myrtle and each tuft of heather started westwards with a rush.
This was another improvement; you used to have to tie the boat to a bush of bog-myrtle and jump into wet squashy ground.
The morning was heavy with dew; the scent of bog-myrtle drugged the air.
It was covered with grass and low bushes, bog-myrtle, she thought, and a big flock of sheep were feeding there.
Now and again there was the sharp twang in it of the bog-myrtle, sweltering in the sunglow.
Sometimes, however, he used to lie out with Whitefoot, hidden deep among the bog-myrtle and small silvery willows.
The moth is out in April and May, and sits on the twigs of heather and the stems of bog-myrtle.
Once more he scented the bog-myrtle and was the lad of the night rescue by the White Loch.
The ling and heather were springy under her feet, and the air was sweet with the scent of the bog-myrtle.
Was it the damp that brought the perfumes of the moorland so distinctly toward them—the bog-myrtle, the water-mint and wild thyme?