Hills

Sometimes, when I fantasise about my ideal house and the wonderful view it would have, I ponder whether this would be of hills or the sea. When I was young, we lived near the sea and I used to find it soothing to walk beside the water and realise that the waves would keep on turning over and over when I and my troubles (what troubles? can't remember now) were long forgotten. Now I find hills more comforting, like the psalmist. Here is Grandson yesterday, with our city hill behind him. It too will long outlast us all, of course, and our concerns. Which is good.

We've just watched the film "One Day", which begins and ends in Edinburgh, partly on the hill above. I quite enjoyed it though Mr Life thought it was a bit unlikely. Well, yes. I can't imagine why they cast Anne Hathaway, who looks nice but had a dire English accent which became Northern from time to time and sounded most odd. There was also that thing where if you know a place, you get confused that the characters are walking along one street and then turn a corner into a location a mile and a half away. And they wore mortar boards at their graduation, which Edinburgh students never did at that time. But I liked the structure of the film, focusing on the same day every year (or nearly every year) as in the book.

Walking back to Daughter 1's house yesterday, I took a picture (it looks better to the eye than the camera) of the Pentland Hills, which also cheer me up. They're nearer our house - I often lift mine eyes to them when in our neighbourhood.