Yesterday as we rambled and scrambled up the dramatic and somewhat vertiginous gorge of the río Esva, I promised myself that I would not obsess about the wild flowers and trees and I would definitely not feel the urge to write a blog post about them. Um, right. As you can see, my resolve didn’t last more than a few moments. Honestly, it’s like dangling an exquisite yarn in front of me: in the presence of so much colour and texture and downright gorgeousness, my willpower fades away like morning mist.
So, as in the very best fairy tales and oration good things always come in threes, here is the final part of my ‘wild flowers and walking’ trilogy set in yet another contrasting landscape. This is a world of river and rockface, of high and dry light-flooded spaces and deep, damp, mossy places. Here the woodland scrambles to dizzy heights, clinging to the ragged rock strata in an astonishing festival of verdant celebration. Here the river, wide and clear, tumbles and rumbles over boulders, gouging its sinuous path out of the jagged landscape. Here sleek otters play, bibbed dippers bob, carefree sand martins wheel and spin in an exhibition of masterful aerobatics. Here, once again, nature has demonstrated its artistic prowess in sweeps of breath-taking floral artistry.
Truly magical! 🙂
Magical indeed, Lis. You live in a beautiful part of the world. Will the summer be as kind, or do you have a long dry spell then?
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It certainly is beautiful, a bit of a hidden gem, really. The climate is mild and wet rather than hot so although we can have hot, dry spells in summer they don’t tend to be prolonged and the high humidity keeps everything very lush and green. Pretty perfect all round for gardening and walking alike! Thank you again for your lovely comment! 🙂
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