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source url The karst rocks of el Torcal de Antequera rise up against the sky like bodyguards, sheltering us from the blinding mid-June sun. We should have bought more water in the over-priced gift shop, but as usual, we were too hasty. The moment you spotted the moon-like, limestone landscape, you hurried off – as though bringing us back here could change things. Like a fool, I followed.

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enter site Now, parched and sun-scorched, we lean against the vine-strewn entrance of a cave, unnerved by the insistent buzzing of flies within. Less than half way round the trail and we need to pass through, but neither dares – until you ask me to lead the way, too politely. So I do.

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here It’s cool and dark inside, but swarms of flies land on my cheeks and there’s no room to swat. Back outside, I wipe my face on my vest, trying to remove the dirty feeling of flies against skin. You catch up quickly, as though I might disappear and offer the last of our precious water. I wet my lips and feel revived. You take a gulp, stare at the empty bottle accusingly.

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go to link Trailing behind, I shape-spot amongst the towering rocks. Look carefully and you can imagine all sorts – bears, a Sphinx, the Eiffel Tower, Mickey Mouse. I wonder what you’re imagining, several metres ahead with a determined stride.


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http://johanstellerphotography.com These rocks we tread are 150 million years old. In that time, the landscape changed from seafloor to mountain range – the ammonite fossil, encased in limestone at the end of the trail, the only proof. How sad, to remain in the same spot for so long, to witness so much but have no voice.

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