I’d forgotten that something as destructive as a forest fire could occasionally through up surprises in its wake until last week when we went to Erjos to check out the damage to a walking route… […]
And then the forest on the other side of the valley in front of us simply exploded.
It was a shocking sight to witness and it rammed home two things… […]
In the distance a cockerel completes his dawn duties with a final throaty bugle call. There’s silence for a few seconds before two doves take up the early morning chorus, cooing loudly from the top of the pine tree. […]