A lake of tea. Clear and brown. Sandy at the edges. The landscape reflected up and down on the glassy surface. The reeds static in their green grey clumps. Follow the track around it’s circumference. Meandering through trees and ferns. Try to glimpse if you can the water’s edge, hidden beneath the undergrowth.
The crags were capped in nests of domes, less hotly red than the body of the hill…They gave the finishing semblance of Byzantine architecture to this irresistible place: this processional way greater than imagination. – T.E. Lawrence