A different mountain. On a road less travelled by me . Some of my ancestors come from here. It is misty and green like where I live now, and there is a mountain and cows, so it is a familiar scene. There is a mighty river. It is spectacularly beautiful.
But there is no sea near here. No sea smell. No salt spray. No endless blue horizon. No ever changing waves. No sand. No sound of the sea.
I may be from the green valley and my ancestors may have dwelt in the shadow of the mountain, but the sea rages through my veins and without it I am lost.