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MiceElf Wed 14-Aug-13 15:08:18

The Gloria from the B - Mass

Greatnan Wed 14-Aug-13 14:56:47

I am not brave - there is nothing to fear in the mountains (apart from getting lost but I always manage to find my way home!) I very rarely meet anybody, but when I do, they always bid me 'Bonjour'.
Everybody will have their own idea of heaven - I would love to hear about other people's.

Movedalot Wed 14-Aug-13 13:32:47

Just thought of another lovely thing about walking our hills, everyone says 'hello'

Gorki Wed 14-Aug-13 13:24:53

I was sitting in park this morning watching my twin grandchildren playing on the zip-wire and with a few dog walkers in the distance. The sun was shining and it was heavenly. We were just off a main road but we could have been in the depths of the countryside. The only downside was that the car park gates had been locked for fear of travellers/gypsies. They are a very real problem in this area where there has been a murder recently of a Nepalese mother of 3 from Arborfield Garrison who was out walking her dog alone at 6pm. So No Greatnan my idea of heaven is not the same as yours. To be out alone and get lost would send me into a panic though you obviously live in a very beautiful and healthy environment which is much safer than mine and you are very brave.

Movedalot Wed 14-Aug-13 12:56:30

I understand the thrill of walking in the countryside as we do so often on the lovely Malvern hills. We can't hear the traffic but can hear and see some wonderful birds, one very rare one! Apparently we can see 17 counties but I need an expert to tell me which they are.

I always go with one or more friends so it is good to chat while we are walking. Sometimes DH drops us at one end of the hills and we call him when we want to be collected from however far we have walked. No, don't think we will ever move from here. smile

Greatnan Wed 14-Aug-13 12:52:21

Eating foie gras whilst listening to the sound of trumpets, according to Sidney Smith. ( I approve of the trumpets but not the foie gras.)
For me this morning, heaven was sitting on a hillside in the sun, surrounded by wild flowers and looking down on my block of flats, about 100' below. I had walked for two hours in the forest behind my home, got nicely lost, as usual, found a logging track and figured it must lead somewhere and emerged onto the hillside. I had a picnic (I always carry one now, having had one episode of feeling faint as my bp dropped through exertion and dehydration). I could very faintly hear the sound of the Matchbox cars crawling on the road below, but the only sounds nearby were cowbells and the hum of insects. There were clouds of butterflies, mainly settling on some flowers that looked like cornflowers, but were lavender.
I have lived here for three years now and loved every minute. If it were not for my wish to be near my daughter in New Zealand, I would stay here until I died, or at least as long as I was able to live independently.