I had very few preconceptions about Sardinia, but if somebody had told me it would take my breath away for grandeur and scale, I would have doubted them. Passing through one of the national parks as I did the other day, has you reaching for words to describe what you see. Huge peaks recede into the blue distance, the highest covered in snow, while closer to hand massive rock faces tower above the twisting road, and precipitous slopes covered in scrub tumble away beneath you. Vertigo inducing. Even the mighty Golden Eagle roams here. Every time I stopped, which was often, you could hear a pin drop: absolute quiet, broken eventually by my first cuckoo way off across a valley. This is a remarkable island.
Sardinia Stone has excavated the largest holes in the ground I have ever seen and the aftermath looks like some modern city in the negative. I think it will be a while before they run out of stone.
I met a Swiss couple on a cycling holiday. Marco and Madleina had passed me earlier on the hill, and at the next refreshment opportunity, I had the chance for a chat. Madleina agreed that cycling was one of the best passtimes for mental positivity, and it seems to bring out the best in people.
Daily life goes on even in a beautiful area, and this local shepherd was taking his well behaved charges down the road, whilst bringing up the rear his faithful hound was in charge of the stragglers.
One roadside feature that had me amused was the preference of road signs for target practice. The first had been attacked by some high calibre weaponry, but the second second seems to have suffered anti-tank munitions!