Well, this may sound like stating the obvious to you, but it came as a new thought to me – indeed, most thoughts do, as I grow older and more forgetful!
The Co-op where they sell good bread and tinned fish and the best fresh orange juice and other things I wanted, is the far side of the valley. Down a steep hill, then up a steep hill, and the same coming home of course.
And it dawned on me, coming home, walking over a valley is exactly the same as walking over a mountain. A valley is an upside down mountain.
I don’t think I ever though of that before.
And I think, if what lay between me and the Co-op was a mountain instead of a valley, I’d find it too daunting to cross. I’d think it was way too difficult – “I’m not going to the Co-op! I mean, cripes! You have to cross a mountain!”
Whereas crossing a valley feels easy. But in reality is exactly the same.
I feel sure there are some life lessons in there somewhere . . .