The icelandic landscape is spectacular. Basalt columns and arches.
Our good friends for the misty ages of time joined us for a walk up a river on the edge of the moors. It was a fabulous day. Mystery was in the air. Dragonflies, damsel flies, bracket fungus, fish and beauty.
There is something magnificent and majestic about the Scottish landscape. I couldn’t stop taking shots.
We continued to make our way around the Orkneys – incredible low-lying landscapes, rolling hills, sweeping bays, nature and pastel colours – more burial chambers and Neolithic wonders.
Guilin is a fairy land. The mountains are surreal.
Travelling further afield – out into the hills. He had lynch, with a local beer, on a roof terrace overlooking a smoking volcano.
We started going uphill a bit.
If you click on the pictures they blow up into much better shots.
I don’t think these were standing stones – probably gateposts from a long gone wall
It was quite desolate and we hardly saw anyone. There was a bleak beauty to it.
We wondered what it would have looked like long ago. Probably the natural climax is trees. We thought it wouldn’t have looked as beautiful. But then it would have been teeming with life – insects, birds, mice, rabbits, boar, wolves and bears. We only see the tiny rump of what once was thriving here. The volcanoes, ice and erosion created the basis – We merely destroyed the rick tapestry of life that lived on it.