Poppy's Blood

Lots to do to get ready for two lots of guests tomorrow, but trying to respect the Sabbath - so took ourselves off for a walk by a bridge near Luz. Mike climbed up a ladder and looked inside the hollow beam of the bridge, while I played happily taking photos of the flowers - the light in the top corner is one of the arches of the bridge. 

Swallows in their hundreds were swooping and churring around their nests on the underside - otherwise, as always, it was just us in peaceful, Alentejano countryside, though I did wonder if it had always been so peaceful, here near the border with Spain, here where the Moors were driven out, here where Alentejanos were persecuted by the Salazar regime...

The green land see found their place to die for poppy's blood
A land we wished we all could live a world of peace and love...
                                                  - Andy Fardell