twenty degrees to go

It is mid afternoon, and the dusty air is a balmy 29° Celsius. Last night it dropped to 4°. This same tent, so hot and dry right now, was shivering in dew last night, thousands of frozen drops beading off the fly. We shivered in our sleeping bags, beanies and hoodies on, trying to clutch…

Puig de Maria 2.30pm

It is utterly silent up here. At first the silence is heavy, almost like being underwater, but after a few minutes my ears adjust. I hear the hushed scrape of the cars on the road far below. I hear the creaks of the caretaker in the next passageway. But for him I think I am…