Mountains

Moonface and I have recently returned from a holiday in the low southern Alps.

On our first morning, we knew we were in the mountains. The air had a cool crisp quality with a promise of heat later in the day. The last time we felt that air was in Nepal, where we remember havinf to look high above our natural sight-line to see the horizon, to see the snows white against a deep blue sky.

We had the same Himalayan flashbacks again. On a visit to Tende, a mountain village close to the Franco-Italian border we both independently thought we could be in Simla. The towns have the same steep narrow streets, the same terraced fit to the mountainside, the same type of high, narrow buildings. And the same chiilling cold that comes with altitude.