It was the day of my aunt’s funeral, the primary reason for my visit to Wales. My mum was one of twelve children, but now there is just one left, an uncle. The church was packed and the service was in Welsh and English, and on a bright, sunny day there was an emotional burial at a remote church surrounded by stunning hills. Whenever I see a hill or mountain I always want to be up there on the top.
things change 
A sad occasion, Mike, and my condolences, but like you I cannot lift up mine eyes to the hills without wanting to be atop them.
Thank you, Martin.