stewartwillsher
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With the recent stunning photo's of the Dolomite run, it got me thinking (always a risky thing at my age!).
Funny how one gets used to the view and terrain.
Lived most of my life in East London then Mid Essex.
Both of which had zero stimulus vista-wise.
Son lives in the Humber plain, so flat as a proverbial witch's wossnames and see for miles in every direction; and nothing to see; unless the Drax power station inspires you.
Daughter, on the other hand has a similar location to ours, but to the North of Madrid, close to the Sierra de Guadarrama, so a view like ours.
Her mountains, and ours (Sierra de Gredos) reach over two thousand metres altitude, snow capped for many months of the year.
Our holiday home down South is another contrast, being fifty metres from a huge fine sandy beach with a view across the Bay of Cadiz, and of one of the largest NATO sea and air bases in Europe; bit scary when I read up on what armaments those grey ships carry.
When we bought our land in wild West Spain, we paid a premium for the view, and I designed the house to make the most of it.
Weather permitting, I can sit with a beer at sunset and look along the foothills, or up at the mountains or down toward a huge plain of the Rio Tajo; all uninterrupted, and unless visibility poor, beautiful, with colour changes for the times of year.
Having just returned from yet another indulgence of doing bu99er all, except eating and drinking, at the seaside, I get a smile and glow of satisfaction just walking out onto the balcony that runs the entire width of the West side of the house.
Our parents never got to see our views, and the kids and grandkids don't appear to be that impressed, but then maybe at their ages I had more important things to focus on.
Glass needs topping up ....
Funny how one gets used to the view and terrain.
Lived most of my life in East London then Mid Essex.
Both of which had zero stimulus vista-wise.
Son lives in the Humber plain, so flat as a proverbial witch's wossnames and see for miles in every direction; and nothing to see; unless the Drax power station inspires you.
Daughter, on the other hand has a similar location to ours, but to the North of Madrid, close to the Sierra de Guadarrama, so a view like ours.
Her mountains, and ours (Sierra de Gredos) reach over two thousand metres altitude, snow capped for many months of the year.
Our holiday home down South is another contrast, being fifty metres from a huge fine sandy beach with a view across the Bay of Cadiz, and of one of the largest NATO sea and air bases in Europe; bit scary when I read up on what armaments those grey ships carry.
When we bought our land in wild West Spain, we paid a premium for the view, and I designed the house to make the most of it.
Weather permitting, I can sit with a beer at sunset and look along the foothills, or up at the mountains or down toward a huge plain of the Rio Tajo; all uninterrupted, and unless visibility poor, beautiful, with colour changes for the times of year.
Having just returned from yet another indulgence of doing bu99er all, except eating and drinking, at the seaside, I get a smile and glow of satisfaction just walking out onto the balcony that runs the entire width of the West side of the house.
Our parents never got to see our views, and the kids and grandkids don't appear to be that impressed, but then maybe at their ages I had more important things to focus on.
Glass needs topping up ....