Up the hill

Breathtaking up the hill, Mont Marot - the snow is back on the distant mountain which tells you all you need to know about the weather here - suddenly chilly with too much wind.
Bob and I were there to replace our stolen gate with a cheap plastic chain. We're assuming that no-one will want to steal that. In order to deter hunters and ill-wishers, I have equiped the chain with some coptic curses threatening 70 diseases on the enemy; naturally it won't affect friends who want to use the land.

Everything is blooming. Orchids are up, wild garlic, almonds, scented bushes and flowers. It is a paradise.