On Friday morning, eating breakfast with this view, my Dad turns to me and says, "Where's the entrance to the Mountain Kingdom?"
And I say, "What?" thinking he's being serious.
Dad says, "Where do I go to knock on the secret door by moonlight so I can go into the under the mountain kingdom?" (and he calls me a geek).
I say, "Dad there is thing called fiction..."
Later on, when we were hiking, I looked at the mountains and saw what looked like a tiny cave mouth near the top of the gorge on the other side. (The photo on Mum's camera.)
"Look Dad," I said, "Moria."
"Let's go!" he replied.
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