This weeks post isn’t quite a captured moment, more like a captured place. A place that I hold dear to my heart, the place I call home.
When you walk along the two villages that make up our valley, you can be forgiven for thinking its quite a big place, two miles from first house to last is quite big isn’t it? There’s a maze of side streets and a busy main road, village busy not city busy of course. All you can see is terraces of grey stone houses, grey streets and LOTS of cars.
Of course you can see the mountains all around. I’m pretty sure that there isn’t a single house in this valley that you can’t see part of the mountains from at least one window. But it’s easy to forget just how tiny our little crop of houses are compared to the surrounding area. It’s easy to take the green for granted, to forget just how beautiful our valley truly is.