I even joined a photography course recently, in an effort to get to grips with apertures, shutter speeds and ISO controls. This little twig of blossom cherry?
Which do you like best? As ever, click on any image to see it full size. You may have noticed that the more normal her life becomes, the fewer the posts β¦. Fanny the Champion of the World. So, here you go. This is the norkitecture. No implants whatsoever. What little tummy fat I had has now been re-sited intoβ¦. View original post 1, more words. This is the last entry in my re-blogging season. Yesterday we walked through Montaillou. This is a big subject: it deserves more than passing mention: a future blog maybe.
So it was the shepherds of Montaillou I was thinking of as we began our Sunday walk. They would drive their flocks long distances for good pasture, and as national boundaries meant little in these mountain zones, their fellow shepherds whom they met in their travels would sometimes be Spanish. We too were climbing out of Montaillou.
The paths seemed unchanged through the centuries β short springy turf with early spring flowers pushing through. Pale pink and white blossoms busting open.
Narrow streams cutting deep channels through the turf. Thick forest climbing the slopes. Patches of snow made the going a bit tough from time to time. It was warm and sunny, the slopes were steep and sometimes hard-going. Then suddenlyβ¦suddenly, and so unexpectedly, we reached the top of our first climb.
