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... our limbs around with a joyful disdain and the day's last warming rays, almost cupping our souls, as we ponder the horizon over a low tide. Freshwater
The Dessert - Thunderous rapture from a southerly swell, smashing any resistance and reminding us of the power and the beauty of the sea. Freshwater Rock Pool.
The med rocks to its own beat. Meditative, quiet, ...
... beautiful walks and plenty of forest
greenery in the way of beeches and chestnut trees. Very scenic drives with
plunging gorges, jagged spiny mountains with roads and small hilltop villages clinging
for a precarious hold. One holds one breath and does not look over the side of
We had a great time at an Agritourisimo camp in the heights
of Monti Limbaro in Sardinia, and did some great ...
... Corsica, as it's his old one, and is on its last legs. Or should I say wheels anyway. My right pedal had been giving me some dramas on our way uphill, into the little villages the other day, John said it was bent, and maybe the thread was stripped. On our way to the beach we realised we'd left the umbrella behind, and believe it or not, on walking back to the supermarket an hour and a half later, it was still there, leaning up against the wall. We spent the morning at ...
... waited and just followed them. Then we caught the local train to Ille Rousse, another little sea side town up the coast. Anybody complaining of the train service to Melbourne, should have a ride on this. Locally, it's called the "Rattler" . It took 45 mins, but was probably only going about 20 mins, the rest was stops along the way. It stopped here and there, sometimes no station in sight, to pick up people and let others off. It was full too, so ...
... we went to the beach, went to the shops and swam in the pool, all the usual holiday things. Then this afternoon we rode the bikes on a circuitous route up into the hills behind us, through the little villages that the 20th and 21 st centuries seem to have forgotten, and then round the back, and down into Bastia. It was an incredible uphill ride, until we saw a guy running the same route, as us, and passed us as we stopped to take photos ...