Mt Grey

THIS is my mountain.

This view is the one I grew up with for the first 16 years of my life, this is the view from the road boundary of the farm I grew up on, the farm my father grew up on.

Sadly, my father's back injury meant he had to give up farming, and thirty years ago when I was 16, girls weren't meant to take over the family farm, and I certainly wasn't old enough to do so at that time, so the farm was sold.
Life moves on, and I still live within the sight of this mountain, I always have, and I think I always will - seeing it feels like I am home.