1. We strike out up the road, independent with a rucksack, lunch, map and water.
2. We stand under a wind turbine and hearing its whomph-hiss, whomph-hiss. I feel very small and vulnerable.
3. The copper mine is like a filthy fingerprint on the green land. Standing in the dead land (filthy ponds in the middle of the sliced off mountain top) we can see in all directions green fields between the slag heaps.
4. A slice of gooey chocolate cake. Its butter icing is gritty with sugar.