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Mountains - Come Out, Let Me See Ya!

By Ashleylister @ashleylister
BenNevis2005.jpg Geography and Geology were never my strong points and I didn’t carry the subjects any further than 3rd Year high school, so forgive my ignorance in only just discovering that there are five basic kinds of mountains.I’ve been looking on a Primary Homework Help website and read about Fold, Fault-Block, Dome, Volcanic and Plateau mountains, formed when slabs of the earth’s crust crashed into each other. It’s never too late to learn and I’m developing an interest.   When visiting the Scottish Highlands, I’ve looked forward to the drive through Glen Coe, in anticipation of seeing Ben Nevis. So far, I’ve been denied this treat as anything taller than the roof of the car has been shrouded by Scotch Mist. I believe the area is beautiful and I hope for a clear day when we head out that way in the summer, though I’ve seen a translation for the meaning of ‘Ben Nevis’ which is ‘head in the clouds’. In case you’re wondering, Ben Nevis and the mountains surrounding Glen Coe are volcanic.   Ben Nevis is not the only mountain to hide from me. Very many years ago, I was based near Grindelwald for a week on the Bernese Oberland trail in Switzerland and never got to see the top of the Eiger as it was constantly obscured by cloud. The film ‘The Eiger Sanction’ was still popular and boosted tourist trade, not that a boost was needed. An excursion to go sightseeing in the Bernese Alps was cut short due to heavy snow and this was late Spring.   We took our daughter and her friend to North Wales on holiday when they were both just teenagers.We were all looking forward to a day out in Snowdonia, especially the mountain railway to the summit of Mount Snowdon which we could all enjoy. We would be on top of the world. It was not to be. The train track was being upgraded or repaired and was out of action. The climb was not suitable for all of us so we chose something else.The adventurous ones had lots of fun riding the cable cars up and down the Great Orme to Llandudno.    It was Burns’ Night this week, so I’ve chosen something by Rabbie. It starts with mountains before he becomes distracted…   Yon Wild Mossy Mountains   Yon wild mossy mountains sae lofty and wide,
That nurse in their bosom the youth o' the Clyde,
Where the grouse lead their coveys thro' the heather to feed,
And the shepherd tends his flock as he pipes on his reed.
Not Gowrie's rich valley, nor Forth's sunny shores,
To me hae the charms o'yon wild, mossy moors;
For there, by a lanely, sequestered stream,
Besides a sweet lassie, my thought and my dream.
Amang thae wild mountains shall still be my path,
Ilk stream foaming down its ain green, narrow strath;
For there, wi' my lassie, the day lang I rove,
While o'er us unheeded flie the swift hours o'love.
She is not the fairest, altho' she is fair;
O' nice education but sma' is her share;
Her parentage humble as humble can be;
But I lo'e the dear lassie because she lo'es me.
To Beauty what man but maun yield him a prize,
In her armor of glances, and blushes, and sighs?
And when wit and refinement hae polish'd her darts,
They dazzle our een, as they flie to our hearts.
But kindness, sweet kindness, in the fond-sparkling e'e,
Has luster outshining the diamond to me;
And the heart beating love as I'm clasp'd in her arms,
O, these are my lassie's all-conquering charms!
  Robert Burns      Thanks for reading, Pam x  Email ThisBlogThis!Share to TwitterShare to Facebook


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