I see these hills from the flat, when I’m walking, driving back from Tamsweg. Everyday. I watch the snow melt, the light changing and the colours of the grass. On the left is a dip which hides Platschenalm, where there is a hut for drinks and rest. We’ve nearly climbed to the top of the left hand peak, but someone(!) got vertigo. I hope to go up there this summer with Dave and Swingle and look down at our place!
I see God’s hand in their beauty. I watch them constantly. But an inspiration for what?…………… Peace.