Sometimes, when I fantasise about my ideal house and the wonderful view it would have, I ponder whether this would be of hills or the sea. When I was young, we lived near the sea and I used to find it soothing to walk beside the water and realise that the waves would keep on turning over and over when I and my troubles (what troubles? can't remember now) were long forgotten. Now I find hills more comforting, like the psalmist. Here is Grandson yesterday, with our city hill behind him. It too will long outlast us all, of course, and our concerns. Which is good.
Walking back to Daughter 1's house yesterday, I took a picture (it looks better to the eye than the camera) of the Pentland Hills, which also cheer me up. They're nearer our house - I often lift mine eyes to them when in our neighbourhood.
And this is the view of the Edinburgh skyline with the Castle on its own hill that I get twice a day from the path out of the hospital grounds.