When I was a child, eager as we were to escape the heat of summer on the plains and in Lahore, we used to spend our summer holidays either in Ghora Gali, which is about 25 miles from Islamabad, or in the hill resort, Muree. Muree is in the foodhills of the Himalayas, 7 000 feet up, in the kind of country that is now being threatened by deforestation.
Quite apart from the cool mountain air, which grew cooler the higher we climbed up from the hot, dusty plains, and the bright, Crystal-clear climate, what I remember best as we trekked and climbed in the hills was the wildlife: monkey, jackals,foxes and hundreds of exotic birds. Like everywhere else, Muree is more crowded now that it was in the 1960s; but it remains a magical spot despite losing some of its trees and the resulting landslides, and i only hope that future generations will be able to enjoy it as I did.