“The fleeting hour of life of those who love the hills is quickly spent, but the hills are eternal. Always there will be the lonely ridge, the dancing beck, the silent forest; always there will be the exhilaration of the summits. These are for the seeking, and those who seek and find while there is still time will be blessed both in mind and body.”
- Alfred Wainwright
“Lake, islands, promontories, gleaming bays, / A universe of Nature’s fairest forms / Proudly revealed with instantaneous burst, / Magnificent, and beautiful, and gay.”
- William Wordsworth
