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Even in Leicester I have stood as a boy on the race-course... and looked far over the chimneys and spires of the growing town, to the low line of hills in Charnwood Forest under the sunset, and felt even for them a passionate yearning which I can trace only to distant and inherited association with mountains. It was so when, as a school-boy, I looked far up into the Severn valley from the old Shrewsbury school, to the distant blue line of Dinas Mawddy and Cader Idris among the Welsh hills; so again when, after travelling day after day across the Russian steppes, I have, in early morning, beheld the snowy peaks of the Caucasus rising in front like the crystal battlements of heaven... Love of mountains, like the love of nature, is something new, perhaps sophisticated. I cannot help that. In me it is too deeply implanted to be rooted out.

I know well that, wherever I go, I can still in my old age cry ‘I will lift up mine eyes unto the hills,’ whence come my spiritual help and my finest joy.

- Visions and Memories, Henry W. Nevinson (1944)