I've lost count of the number of times I've posted this view. The thing is, I never tire of it. Even after nearly twelve years.
It changes, not just by the day, but by the hour. It's my barometer, my soother, my anchor. And it makes washing the dishes a nicer experience!
There's the Sugarloaf. And Slaughter Hill. Djouce in the distance. And the little Sugarloaf. And all the way over to the north, Bray Head. They can't all be seen in this picture. Some days none can be seen. (For more moments of this view have a look here).
But it's my constant. Always there. And it reminds me that even with all the different weather fronts life throws at us, the mountain that is 'I' remains the same.