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What a breathtakingly, beautiful country you have. No wonder your poets and writers were inspired.
I do feel very fortunate. I sat on the end of that fallen trunk for half an hour and reflected in absolute peace and unbroken solitude. Although you can’t see it in the picture, far down the slope beyond the tree, I could see the sun scintillating on the waters of the River Wear as it flowed dreamily by. Very beautiful spot. This place, along with every one of the twenty or so randomly alternating pictures at the top of my blog, is within thirty minutes’ walk of my house.