This weekend, we went up into the mountains. The date had been set for a while, but as luck would have it, it was just the kind of weekend you really, really wanted to get out of town. Heatwaves. I’ve never been convinced.
We went in search of fresh air, good company and bearded vultures. We ate, we walked, we talked, we stuck our feet (and sometimes even went up to our necks) in very, very cold water. We learnt that sometimes it’s good to take a moment to listen to the voices of nature around you. A wasp that means no harm by pausing a while on your leg. A grass snake that turns to look at you as he crosses your path, as if to ask just where it is you’re heading to. A bearded vulture, the one you’ve been looking out for, almost obsessively, and who suddenly appears, soaring high above your head just moments before you have to leave. Patience, humans.
So, for all this adventure, my fellow thrill-seekers and I needed some sustenance. I thought some muffins for the journey would be good. Read more