GO SCHLEPPIN' AROUND SPAIN AT THIS TIME OF YEAR, AND ... WHO KNOWS?
Bit of a long, seasonal repost this time, but I hope you'll read and enjoy it folks. The car breasted a long slope, and Mark pulled into a slightly wider section of the road. High in an achingly blue sky the dark soot flakes of honey buzzards and eagles soared, while closer at hand the razor sharp sickles of the golondrinas reaped the sky for its harvest of insects: their twittering like the voices children at play in some infinitely distant place. Here it was, the twenty-sixth of October, and... Sign in to see full entry.