Ahh, the last day in the mountains and a picnic following a strenuous climb. I was so tired on the way back down that I was practically sleep walking. But what a view. I want to paint this onto my balcony wall so I can see it from my bed, but obviously I'm not going to.
Is this why mountain people are so mountainy? How could a city ever compare when you've got cows with bells on, marmots and a duck that looks a bit like Mario Balotelli outside your front door?