Tuesday 30 April 2013

almendro






Our last night in Aragon, we wild-camped in an almond grove. As dusk fell, we wandered amongst the trees, filling our pockets with forgotten nuts from last year's harvest. 

Cuckoo song dragged me from my early morning slumber. The sun rose, we packed up our tent and then headed back north, to our valley home.

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