For the prompt, beauty, from Viewfromtheside.
Apart from my two babies, obviously, the most beautiful view I ever saw was of the green fields of Greater Manchester from the air, as we came into land. I had just left South Africa with my children, practically running on to the plane to get away from the violence that followed in the years after the 1994 election.
When I finally went back for a visit, I cried as we came in to land at Johannesburg, because I was coming home.
What did I get most out of my fourteen years in South Africa? A little crazy.