Mountain Goat wrote:
Karamazov wrote:
:D excellent
are you feeling more yourself now then?
You just reminded me of the green hills of childhood.
I grew up in Wales (Montgomeryshire-Shropshire borderland), beautiful place to be alone under the empty skies.
I was looking at a castle on the land the other side if the estuary. Took a little while to see as the stone blends into its surroundings. I love looking at the sandy shores below.
Sounds like a lovely way to calm off a stressful day
I used to like walking up to near the top of the big hill behind the church and watching the clouds roll over the moors & mountains on the western horizon.
Exploring the little stony brooks in steep wooded glens was also enjoyable.
(And i collected skeletal remains of birds, rodents and, once, a sheep: still have the best pieces)