We're Running Up that Hill

Here I am. The only tools to depicture my journey, my dearest friends, are my humble words and the camera on my decrepit mobile. Both tend to blurr the experience, but I'm sure you don't mind, my curious fellows!

To make it short, here the first impression. That's my room and the breathtaking view of my window. But, ah, the scent of the sea! The sound of the tremendous seaguls!

Today I left the house, prepared to face the many dangers that lurk in the shadows. Look what I found right at my front door!

Following my thirst for adventure I turned right - and, what a surprise, got lost.

One should aim high, they tell you. A word and a blow! Since there was nothing better to do, I decided to conquer that lovely hill over there. 

Green! Hope, peace and the perfect colour to camouflage yourself when wandering over the hills! I was successful, as it seems, since I reached the top without any sheep-incident.

It looks so very British, doesn't it. Even the bravest adventurer cannot climb a mountain(Yes mountain, not hill. I enlarged it a bit to add more drama)without a book-break.

So. The camera on my mobile is supposed to have some artsy filter. Let's figure out how it works...

Well. I yielded.

But ah! How could it be? Darkness started to crawl over the land. I had to hurry!

I should have taken the way I already kind of knew, though.

Somehow I made it. I savely returned to that safe spot in front of my laptop. Cheers, mates!