The snow capped bit is where we are, in the distance.
My friend has fallen in love with a property so George and I went to have a look. It was good to get away from the farm. While only travelling a few miles we moved from winter into spring and then back to winter. We have both been slightly disturbed by the experience ever since. The farmhouse was indeed beautiful in the most glorious countryside with no neighbours. The trouble was the state of some of the surrounding buildings that come with an already large farmhouse. Our concerns were with the farmer and the hard hitting fact that many people who spend a life working are living in extreme poverty. He and his wife had nothing new in the house. I like old things but this wasn't a lifestyle choice. They were living in one room with their big dog and with only a very old television. Our farmer explained that he moved to the farm 33 years ago and that his children, like most young people, to find work, had moved away. He had been working with his cattle while over the years watching the buildings around him slowly crumble. He is coming up to retirement now and looking to move away and buy a house in a small market town where he can walk to the chemist or any other shop he chooses to go to. It gave us plenty to consider. My friend is still, as far as I know trying to reach a decision.