Climbing up mountains can be a little tiring. It’s good to get down to a seaside town for a beer! But the views!!!!
Up mountains, through glens, past waterfalls, over marshes to see the orchids and dipper.
There is something magnificent about rugged mountains and sheer drops, tunnels, light and nature!!
We were heading for the famous gorge. The route took us up into the mountains past picturesque pagodas and gold Buddhas
It was fascinating to walk around in a little rural town away from the hustle and bustle of the cities. It did not look as if too much had changed here over the years but I suppose it had. There was an element of catering for tourists.
Despite the rain we headed off into the park to hunt down some of the wildlife. It was majestically beautiful and there was much in the way of birdlife.
The trouble with mountains is that the top is never the top. You set your sights and pound away up the track only to find there’s another peak beyond that one. It wasn’t the top. Then there’s another and another. But the views are worth it. You earn the pleasure.
I think we were lucky. The sun shone on us. The verdant mountains loomed, birds sang, brooks babbled and waterfalls fell like silken threads. Nature put on a parade just for our benefit. It was regaled in its finest.
The highlands were most welcoming. The pubs were full of musicians who welcomed people joining in. The ale flowed. The voices rang out. It was very merry.