When Mountains are calling…
I live in East Anglia, deep in the fens. It’s flat. In fact, parts of it under sea level. I dream of walking hills and mountains. *Wistful sigh* I’m sure the reality would involve a lot of red-faced puffing, panting and pain but for now we’ll stick with the dreamy image of sunbeams, snowy peaks and lederhosen… Sometimes though, you have to do something about … Continue reading When Mountains are calling…
