to Catalunya and Junior.
I want to be alone. And I need to be alone Be absent from these ones The sounds of spring Remind me like the chimes That there is more to solitude. Listen to those songsters Warbling their hearts most high I am not alone, we're one. I belong here hearing you. *** Several days later I got alone... From Queralbs to Núria I saw not one soul. And I tested my foot. The wound hasn't absolutely vanished, but it's very nearly healed up. 10 miles up to 2000 metres. It took me two hours after I stopped for a entrepane around nine. Some of the path was straight up the gorge and ravines, or across a boulder strewn landscape, where my foot falls were considered methodically; I wanted no repeat of Vinça where I learnt a lesson plunging down a torrent's pathway, between large boulders,:and battered and bruised (probably broken) but alive and laughing my head off. It's Wednesday, but feels like Monday. Yesterday was a Sunday... Calm and alcohol free. The same can not be said of th...