Getting away from it all – observations from the wild side

So DH and I went on holiday – we fled to the hills for a healthy dose of R and R, recharging the batteries, rejuvenating the mind and all the other lyrical pursuits much expounded by those in the know.

In a thatched sanctuary beneath the shadow of our favourite hilly host (can you have a favourite mountain?) we whiled away 5 splendid days.

Somehow, actually getting packed up and on the road is always fraught with high drama as we vociferously debate the number of t-shirts that one needs for a mid-week break liberally sprinkled with comments like *you cant possibly need another pair of socks*

And food – do you eat more on holiday than at home? We do, to the power 3.

Being sprogless we tend to travel out of school holidays benefitting from the solitude that is in abundance. The lure of the mountains revolves mostly around hiking. On most non-rainy days we are to be found out and about.

From mountain top to valley floor, whispering river to grassy knoll we walk and climb and breathe. By some stroke of luck we both favour similar pursuits and on this last expedition while lunching on top of the Sphinxs head,

we came across this delightful creature sunning himself under a bush and completely unperturbed by the presence of 2 humans.

As we carry our own supplies the likelihood of a gourmet spread is not great but he seemed quite content with a piece of cheese. There is great camaraderie and kinship in being out together and the wintery season adds to the uniqueness of the experience. The high peaks were enveloped in downy snow while we dozed on the slopes in the sunshine.

On a more esoterical but personal note, I derive great soul sustenance from mountains. They seem to exude stability and calmness that transcends all shenanigans that life brings with it. Now ………… after a visit from the men in white coats and on a practical note, are you a pretty walker? In other words, do you return from the great outdoors bearing a strong resemblance to Miss World cuddling her sceptre?

Well you see, not I! I can proudly raise my hand and say with conviction that I am always in an advanced state of disarray – excessively glowing with the make-up du jour a courageous smear of sun-cream.

Nature – love it or hate it, its never dull.

2 thoughts on “Getting away from it all – observations from the wild side

  1. I, too, return from walks in disarray. Looks are so insignificant, aren’t they, in among great natural beauty? The beach this week has rendered me extremely wild haired.
    Loved this, Bandsmoke, but most of all the little mouse…however did you get that close?

  2. Thank you Kate – I suspect we may be of similar mind in a great many things 🙂 As far as the mouse goes, he was the most relaxed little fellow ever, completely unconcerned by me on my knees no more than about a foot away!

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