this is why

This is why we live here.  For days like this one.

Sometimes I think I’ve gazed so long at these hills, that their silhouettes must be burned onto my retinas.

 

But maybe I’m wrong, and instead the shape of those hills runs right  through me, identifying who I am, like the letters in a  stick of seaside rock…

 

 

 

 

 

 

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8 responses to “this is why

  1. My mum said something similar to me when I was up in the summer. Her and dad were only moving up for a couple of years, nearly forty years ago… it’s weird, I spent all my time growing up wanting to get out somewhere different, bigger maybe and now all I want is to go back to my hills.

  2. I don’t think I could live out of sight of the hills.

    Those are beautiful Nicola.

  3. Heather

    Glorious. I wish I could transport those hills to the back of my flat but keep the other useful things at the front. I want it all…

  4. “I will lift up mine eyes to the hills, from whence cometh my help!” I envy you, living with that view. If I don’t get my annual fix of the Alps – ideally twice – I am not a happy bunny!

  5. Absolutely gorgeous. Can’t beat days like these 🙂

  6. dawn

    I need the hills round pardshaw so much – even though I can no longer get up them they are part of my identity and my life and they need to be there – even when the cloud is so low I can’t actually see them.

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