Cath's Cache: The song of the mountains

09 May 2016

The song of the mountains

We spent a week in France in April. I have a few stories to tell you but I am waiting for my blog upload tool to behave so that they make for easier reading... In the meantime, here is a little ditty I wrote while I was out walking in the mountains near the Col Du Tende on the French/Italian border... The scent of crushed thyme under my feet. The wooing of wild wind about my ears. These are the silent sounds of altitude. The sounds of a world pure and old...

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Tommy JoeMay 11, 2016 at 7:37 PM
You certainly make stories come to life. I once took a glider flight and had the most wonderful sense of quiet and peace. Nothing but the swish of the wind.
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I am middle aged. My partner is Stuart. I have no children of my own but I do share 2 stepchildren and 4 nieces and nephews. I love words. In 2008, my partner and I purchased a 200 year old stone house and 5 acres of forest surrounding it in Piemonte, Italy. We spent the next year dreaming about it before we tossed our global careers to the wind and moved there. We knew we didn't have enough money to last long but we wanted to test our dream to see if it really was everything we thought it would be. It was. Far too quickly our money ran out so we returned to the Pacific and worked 2 years in Australia and 1 year in Papua New Guinea. We have recently counted our pennies again, resigned and returned to our little slice of history in Italy. I write about the challenges that beset us here and the joy of the simple lifestyle that is our dream...