My Grandad sadly passed away in June 2013 and this place is where I believe he is, fishing by the lake and walking across the mountains, doing what he loved most. Some of you may think I sound silly saying all of this, but people deal with loss in different ways. I was very close to my Grandad and still struggle to cope with his death almost 18 months later, but visiting this place gives me some comfort.
In case you're wondering, the lake is hidden in the valley that you can't see in the pictures.
This plank has been here for as long as I can remember and it amazes me how it hasn't snapped yet.
*Pictures taken by my boyfriend Hugh*
