“Where oleanders flush’d the bed
Of silent torrents, gravel-spread;
And, crossing, oft we saw the glisten
Of ice, far up on a mountain head.”
Lord Tennyson: The daisy

I’ve always loved this section of the mountain, with it’s small horn-like spur (Just left of centre) The structures that nature creates in the environment are infinitely more varied than we can ever imagine.

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