In Paradise two’s a crowd
Like Wordsworth I wandered lonely as a cloud in the Spanish Pyrenees and came across this babbling stream. It’s winter and icicles have formed on the grass and knots on the tree trunk. The fresh air and ambience cleansed my mind, leaving it open for fresh ideas. This little corner of paradise, this Garden of Eden, is far, far away from the concrete jungles of claustrophobic cities. How often we forget that this was what it was like many years ago when fewer people inhabited the earth. And it’s free to visit, yes free. But I won’t tell you exactly where it is – two’s a crowd.