It's too big to photograph, too beautiful, the sun will burn away the detail from my camera lens.
Wildflowers grow profusely, thick clumps of them everywhere, the air is thick with fragrance.
Speedboats loop circles in the bays below me as I walk high on cliff edges, my feet following the beaten dirt path.
The sun beats down on me, unrelenting. I am wearing factor 30 and my skin is still burning, so many hours outside, it's unavoidable.
I see cormorants, gannets, gulls, a myriad of small brown birds, perching by my sleeping spot, fluttering above me with beaks full of caterpillars.
The caterpillars! Tiny black ones, tiger striped ones, porcupine quilled orange monsters, I put my boot down to the stranded ones, they climb up and I can hobble to the edge of the path and flick them into the long grass.
I walk, I rest, I wave my flags, I eat food, I met friendly people, I give out symptoms cards, I collect donations, pound by pound they trickle into my tin. I keep going.