We spent a few days camping recently in the hills of Aragon in northern Spain, near a little village called La Fresneda. La Fresneda was the kind of sleepy town where old men play cards in the main square for the afternoon, pulling their chairs and table onto the road to find the shade from the late afternoon sun.
It felt a little like the desert at home. It had the same scruffy beauty, the sun-bleached colours, the same style of scrubby trees, and soil that didn't look like it could grow anything. At all. But, like in the deserts at home, there was so much life. Almond trees and thousands of olives. Stray figs growing randomly out of stone walls. So many varieties of wildflowers - and so many beautiful soft colours.
Travelling as we do, with three small children, we often have limited time to do the things we really would love to do. And so I only got to go for a walk once during our time there - my middle kid and I walked from the campsite into town. Unfortunately it was in the middle of the day (and it was hot!) so the colours are even more bleached out. But it almost gave the colours more beauty.
Imagine these photos taken at dusk….
Hope you liked them.