
Dizzying heights of northern Portugal
It’s like a mini-sauna in here, but it’s dark and instead of wood it smells of tent canvas
It’s like a mini-sauna in here, but it’s dark and instead of wood it smells of tent canvas
As a sliver of light peaks in through a small breach in the tent flap, I can feel the warmth in here – quite a contrast to yesterday’s awakening in northern France.