Arganil fires – Parrozelos, Monte Frio

long weekend of fire watching and evacuation of friend’s goats

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Out with the girls

Below my feet the mountain sprawls
I hear the village bell chime as the sun it falls
The wind blusters and blows without whistle
I feel as if time has come to a standstill
Biding with patience that’s fully enjoyed
I stand alone as a herder employed