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Looking south-east from atop Mount Wellington. June, 2010.

I am not sure that I would like to live on top of a mountain. Sure, the views are fine and you can be assured of some peace and quiet. Yet supermarkets are thin on the ground and it gets pretty cold up on tops of mountains.

Do you live on top of a mountain?


Tasman Bridge on the left, Battery Point and Sandy Bay central, heading down to Taroona on the centre-left. That's Opossum Bay on the hook inlet of South Arm. June, 2010.

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Roddy said…
Do you remember when you were a kid and I wanted to buy a mountain and build a house right at the top and erect an electric fence right round the bottom. Just for the privacy. I would still like to.
As for cold, that is the attraction. Remember, I like it cold.
Supermarkets? Who needs them. Buy in bulk once a year.
Peace and quiet, great!
And if you remember we live half way up the hill.
5 July 2010 at 19:43
Unknown said…
I live in the foothills of a mountain. That's not really the top of a mountain ...
5 July 2010 at 20:30
Magpie said…
These are beautiful photos and I love the quote. So very true and a good frame of mind to keep.
6 July 2010 at 03:06
Kris McCracken said…
Roddy, no.

Linda, in the shadow of a mountain, no doubt...

Mapie, indeed.
6 July 2010 at 16:31
Unknown said…
The mountain top view is amazing. It could be a view of earth from a rocky moon. Your boys are quite photogenic. You have a nice blog, thank you.
9 July 2010 at 01:42
Kris McCracken said…
Thanks all. Even though my new desk is in a cubicle at the center of the top floor, I can still see the mountain!
16 July 2010 at 11:07
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