Birthday musings and beautiful images from Imelda
Although born and raised in a place famous throughout the world for its beauty, I had never ventured off the main roads. The less accessible routes that afford the spectacular views, the sounds only of nature and the expanse of sky overhead escaped me; the mountains, wrinkled, brooding masses in the distance. I was concerned only with acquiring skills for survival in the ‘real’ world. But age has brought a shift and each day, each month and each year has become a pageant, even small minutiae worth recording.
A flying visit from my youngest son was a pleasant start to this year. He and his partner spent a couple of days having the ‘mountain treatment’ that usually involves little other than sleeping, eating and taking short walks, to clear minds and refresh spirits. After they left, I returned to the depths of a basement archive – housing a former employer’s…
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