The Sahara has come to Mallorca on a big brown wind, coursing up from the south laden with dust from the desert. All those fabled Mediterranean colours are muted in the haze and the sun's disk is dull silver on a colourless sky. It's beautiful but it's vaguely unearthly.

So my sister and I and the podenco dog went walkies, rising at five in the ( Read more... )

( Nice day. Not terribly interesting though. )