A walk in the rocky hills


When we were here last year we walked the hillside behind the house every afternoon. The terrain is very different of course from Northern France. There are hundreds of olive trees dotting the landscape and aromatic herbs grow wild in every corner. This time of year the pathways are aso carpeted with a profusion of tiny orchid-like flowers. These little purple ones, barely an inch tall and with their heads pointed earthwards, are humble and extravagant at the same time.


They are glorious in their total obscurity. 



We are mainly here to help Iza organize her big storage room, which is crammed full of crumbling boxes. This terrace, just outside the storeroom is where we have started our task.