The other side

Hot and sunny, but with a palm-rattling breeze at 300m asl. The temperature at 8:30am was something around twenty.

Carmine from the south, before the trees drew a veil of leaves across its face.

Two months later, the woods are one hundred percent green, the acacia are flowering, St Swithun, the climbing rose, is in bud, and the 'garden' is reverting to campo before my eyes.