We got up early to take a brisk walk at dawn around the village and are finishing by wandering up the ancient Roman terraces, to forage for Cornelian cherries. My wife Leah and I are accompanied by a young couple, who have bravely taken the risk of coming to spend some months on the island while they are in transition, deciding where to live. I say ‘taken a risk’ because it is the autumn of this (first) year of Covid, they could end up getting stuck. We find a cluster of small trees and fill a couple of bags, pulling the branches down with a beautiful hooked stick which Finn found on the walk up. The autumn air smells sweet with cistus and oregano in the early morning dappled sun. The cool deep greens, contrast with the pale yellow of grasses dried out by the summer heat. Overhead I glimpse what I call ‘my mountain’
Jan 28, 2022Liked by Abigail McDougall, Leah Heming
What a deep and interesting sharing Abi, I really enjoyed reading your latest post. As you know we also live in mountain environment with many challenges, asking many questions daily, like you. Good to be in solidarity ...
What a deep and interesting sharing Abi, I really enjoyed reading your latest post. As you know we also live in mountain environment with many challenges, asking many questions daily, like you. Good to be in solidarity ...
Thank you Ella, lets hope we can meet up soon x