(Just a few, so no one's eyes or browsers explode or anything)
And the roads stretch on before you, and flow on and on and on... (On the far left of the picture is the peak of Teide, the volcano that vomited up Tenerife)
"The woods are lovely, dark and deep. But I have promises to keep/ and miles to go before I sleep." (Tenerife contained some of the worst signposting, and the loveliest and hairiest driving I had ever witnessed. The road up towards the peak of the volcano would eventually lead its winding way above the clouds to a landscape as austerely beautiful and barren as the moon. But on the way up and down we would pass through a wooded landscape, drifty with the scent of pine and mist.)
Sunset on a nudist beach. Not that there were any naked people in evidence because it was cold, and windy, and everyone was fleeced up to their eyebrows. Well, except for some hipppies that is, who would periodically climb down from a lean-to on the rocks, get their kit off, dip themselves into the sea, dress, climb up and proceed to try and wrest some mournful, tuneless musical notes from a couple of plastic bottles filled with seawater. But still, he made my sunset experience all the more memorable, and for that, I thank him.
And so, to bed. (The last of the day's light)