“It is a lovely morning. The wind comes helter-skelter down the long hillside and playfully tosses the branches of the mountain ash into wild patterns of movement. Overhead, the billowing clouds race across the sky and as they catch the brilliant, early morning sunshine they radiate delicate shades of translucent colour. Beyond stands the great, serene, azure dome of heaven, fading to a soft green near the horizon, in vivid contrast to the dynamic colouring and motion of the clouds. As far as the eye can see, mountains raise their mighty heads in wide, generous sweeps and then plunge through dark pine woods to the deep valleys. Great purple shadows and glowing patches of sunlight chase each other across their brows, climb to the top-most crags in furious haste and then vanish beyond into some hidden secret valley in the wind blown race.
It is on such a day that one feels at one’s best. Earth and sky, light and shade, wind and sudden stillness, the momentary scent of the pine woods, and brilliant colours spread out in lavish beauty, all conspire to create a profound harmony between the watcher and the moving spirit behind Nature.”