Summer finally arrived. A gathering of friends, some – strangers to each other – convened below the 108-year old walkway, once built to allow the King of Spain to view this site of pure, natural beauty.… continue reading

January 2011 – A new year…fresh from the quiet Christmas that I had, spent over a bottle of wine and roast duck with my 78 year old neighbour.… continue reading

A winding walkway sleeps
Along the tracks of carved stone;
Time stops, water flows…
In this valley, almost alone.

The ridges traced
By the sun’s radiant rays
The vocal silence
Overridden by the singing
Of nocturnal creatures awakening.… continue reading