It's like a little Switzerland. <br /> <br />The mountains, I admit, are not as high <br />and there's much less snow in winter <br />but you can still ski or snowboard <br />and kids can make snowmen or use a sleigh. <br /> <br />On Sundays we would walk for miles <br />without seeing houses or cars <br />and the high air cleaned our lungs <br />from a week of city gunge. <br /> <br />Those times are over now and so we miss <br />the autumn leaves in ancient forests <br />or picnics seated on a fallen trunk, <br />with views for a king or queen. <br /> <br />With the cash we'd spend in a restaurant <br />we bought the best ham, cheese and bread <br />and food tasted ten times better anyway <br />because we'd tramped uphill for hours. <br /> <br />I shouldn't really publicise these facts - <br />crowds of visitors might spoil things, <br />but Asturian mountains make the grade.<br /><br />Robert Melliard<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/asturian-mountains/
