Wednesday 10 December 2014

RIDING THE BEVERA VALLEY



Robbie threw his hand, halting abruptly. Something up ahead was troubling him. A mist billowed up the valley, clinging, damp and cold, to my face. It masked the Cime du Tour which, somewhere off to our left, peaks at 2,100 metres altitude. Below us an invisible, bleating flock of sheep was accompanied by the tinkling […]

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