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...The fir-cones scattered over the hotel forecourt had spoken of a windy night, and it’s clearly still blowing up a storm at the summit: the cable car has been withdrawn from service, the café at its base...
...At the top of a ridge, we stand on snow above two fissure lines of fumaroles. “We call this Hell!” Helga laughs. “Would you like a drink?”...
...Now we are suspended in air among pine cones, inching along rock faces, the river way below. We tread over space, exhilarated....
...Water like polished jade slips and gurgles over rocks. Plumes of bamboo arc down from the riverbanks, casting patterns on the water’s surface. Otter prints pad along the river’s edge....
...The ksar was a refuge from Bedouin raids, a market and olive oil mill, cooled at night by the temperate chirgi, an east wind, and in the morning by the buhari blowing in from the sea....
...Clouds were blowing up out of the Jordan Valley and columns of rain marched around the horizons. I imagined John’s last day may have been like this — troubled, unsettled, ominous....
...I’d describe it differently: a shifting world of greys, blues and white. Ian Penn, a fellow guest, agrees, pulling out watercolours....
...The pastel tones of blue, violet, pink and ochre lines seem to undulate before our eyes, like a cool river on a warm summer afternoon. It’s a spellbinding image, one to easily get lost in....
...Or at least, not by my naked eyes. Behind a nearby ridge, there is a holy river fed by the glaciers of a holy mountain....
...There’s a strong focus on contemporary American music, too, represented by the premiere of Jeff Midkiff’s mandolin concerto From the Blue Ridge, orchestral work by Wynton Marsalis, a new commission from...
...Here, using only men, mules and explosives, Clinton’s self-taught engineers built five consecutive locks to lower the canal and its boats down a 70ft ridge of hard rock called the Niagara Escarpment....
...Old Nick supposedly rode on one, as chemically inspired rock god Jimi Hendrix later claimed to do....
...Sailors guided their boats, at fearless speeds, over choppy waters, the winds blowing the sails of dhows almost horizontal....
...One especially dramatic section, known as “The Sidewalk”, is a spine of rock set at a 50-degree angle, just 3ft wide....
...Porthor has all you want: a scallop of hot gold sand at high tide, a glitter of wet bronze at low tide, an ice cream café and, at the far end, a crinkle of inlets in the rocks....
...For at least 60 years, a population of red-necked wallabies lived wild on the Roaches — a ridge at the western tip of England’s Peak District National Park....
...At the house, a yoga teacher awaits to stretch out our tight limbs. I wake at 2.30am to hear chanting and a horn blowing outside the house....
...For the latest updates, read the FT’s coverage of the outbreak It was dark when I walked across the tarmac at Trabzon airport and a warm wind was blowing at my back....
...In a leafy grove we found the grave of “La Gabriela”, as she is known here, among blue convolvulus. “I was happy until I left Monte Grande [at the age of 11],” she wrote....
...We skimmed past natural pyramids of rock, each weathered outcrop poking out of the sea of sand, when up ahead a vast ridge appeared, the spurs reaching out like the fanned teeth of a bulldozer....
...They too stake out the ridges, on red alert to bolt at the slightest movement....
...The beautiful Armenian Apostolic Cathedral of the Holy Cross was built 1,100 years ago out of a pink volcanic rock that still glows like ember under a blue sky....
...At the end of the briefing, Diana, a Native American interpreter who happened to be at Indian Creek that day, rose from a rock in the shade of a pine tree and delivered a traditional Shoshone tribal blessing...
...I stared for two hours at this great blue mass of ice the way one might stare at the sea or into a fire....
...As the road climbed, the skies turned blue and our spirits rose. Acres of bright red peppers dried in the sun. Mango orchards lined the river....
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