It doesn't matter whether one looks up or down: it's unspeakably beautiful post rain. The top view is from our back garden, but the views of snow on the mountains have been spectacular from our living room, too. And the glass table top is always a picturesque treat. We had the strangest thing happen when we were taking (more) photos of the mountains outside our house this afternoon: a guy stopped his car (which, weirdly, had Pennsylvania plates) and said: "That's my house." "No," said I, in my very best English accent - the wither-an-ant-at-ten-paces-straight-out-of-The-Crown version - "it's not." "Yes it is," says he - slightly menacingly. So we decide the best thing to do is to laugh, as though it's all a big joke, and he drives off - but it was very weird.
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