Thanks Richard. I'm sure the peaks would be substantially cooler, but it was shirt sleeve order at the height we reached, about 2000 metres.
Thanks Richard. I'm sure the peaks would be substantially cooler, but it was shirt sleeve order at the height we reached, about 2000 metres.
Mike
(Getting back on thread) This is a timely thread. I am wading though an 850 page biography of Coleridge at the moment. As you probably know, the Romantic poets were very much interested in the power of nature to isnpire us. I was reading Coleridge's thoughts on mountains this morning...
And a bit later...I think that my soul must have pre-existed as a Chamois-chaser. The farther I ascend from animated nature, from men, and cattle, and the common birds in the wood and fields, the greater becomes in me the intesnity of the feeling of life...
I'm sure we all relate to that.I do not think it possible that any bodily pains could eat out the love and joy that is so substantially part of me, towards hills and rocks and steep waters. And I have had some trial.
So eloquently put ... he could have been Welsh!!
I can't disagree with his sentiments though. Sadly there are no mountains in Essex, but it does raise one's level of appreciation when the opportunity arises for a trip away to higher ground.