I would love to be up there

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.

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