To set the scene – an extended weekend retreat in the Knuckles.
Now, close your eyes … We turn left off the main road and almost immediately decelerate into first gear as the van labours up the steep twisting blacktop onto the Knuckles Mastiff and the vivid green plateau that obliterates any memory of the tiny village there. The silence grows as we plunge down through the forest, toward the stream flashing and roaring in the rock-strewn valley below. On our left, the hillside rises almost sheer before we pull up at an ambalama in a little clearing beside a bridge. We’ve arrived. (Click any image to activate the gallery.)
I’ll post some of the gorgeous details and closeups soon! For today I wanted to show you this hillside – a place where the hand of ‘man’ is barely discernible, where garden morphs into forest and frames distant vistas.