. . . are in fact mountains. Great big beautiful, preferably snow covered mountains with jagged peaks, vast evergreen blankets of pine trees and not a soul to be seen for miles around. Ok maybe a few friends every so often.
My obsession with mountains began during the 7 months I spent in Meribel, in the French Alps the winter after finishing high school. I was on my gap year, I was 18, and I knew everything. Well I thought I knew everything! I've since learnt I knew very little. About most things. But during those 7 months I gained experience in life, in a big way. Not only did I develop a world class ability to clean, I learnt that I could not work to the best of my abilities if I had stayed out until 5 am the night/morning before, living off cheese, bread and pints of wine (yes pints of, its a delicacy. Next time your in the area ask for a 1080. You won't be disappointed) does in fact make you gain a lot of weight, and skiing does not count as exercise when you just do one run down to the Ronnie to get another pint of wine. I learn't that the 'Devil wears Prada' was not a hundred miles from the truth when it comes to working as a personal assistant and that you should always make time to ski. Always.
I met some of the most amazing people who opened up a world of adventure and travel I had never even considered. My view during those 7 months was truly spectacular, the sort of view you would never get board of. You couldn't get a more typically immense picture of a mountain really. Mont Vallon holds a special spot in my heart, and I thinks its that view that makes me feel so at home in any mountainous area. One day I want my drive way to be a steep winding road weaving its way up the side of a mountain. Hair pin bends leading up to a modest but perfectly formed house, over looking a view as good as that one I used to have. Thats the dream. And thats why my my logo is two blue triangles.