The place I call home hasn't got particularly dull landscapes, all things considered. .
I spent many (albeit not entirely unbroken) years, from the age of nineteen onwards, living in Cambridge. It's really very flat there. I learnt to live with its landscapes, telling people about its expansive skies, the endless vistas. But really, I was trying to convince myself, all of that time, that all was ok. .
Driving west away from Cambridge on trips home, my heart skipped whenever I rounded the bottom of Birmingham, hit the M5, drove south towards Worcester and saw the Malvern Hills. I knew I was approaching home then.
Although the M5 runs through Worcestershire, and is therefore on the 'wrong' side of the Malverns (so sorry, if you're from Worcs!!), I knew it wouldn't be long before I rounded the Malverns into Herefordshire and was therefore back on the 'right' side of the Malvern Hills!
Anyway, I since escaped Cambridgeshire, moved back, and even further, west, and have not looked back. Views like this remind me why. Not that I need reminding...!
Brrrrrrr a post card from our friends @welshlavender up in the mountains just above Builth Wells, as the white stuff starts to thaw.
Our Foxy elves have had some adventures this Christmas time, if you get chance we would love to see what yours have been upto at #foxyelfontour