Just returned from a glorious week in Corsica – thanks to my Mum, sister Diana and brother Richard who gave Steve and I the flights for our significant birthdays this year. Travelling there and back wasn’t easy and we had 35 degrees most days, but that just made the beaches and pool/aircon at the hotel much more welcome.
The mountains in southern Corsica give the Rockies a run for their money with craggy peaks jutting into the sky and beautiful vistas on high switchback roads. Even indulged in a dip in a rock pool to cool off – got my clothes totally soaked but dried off in only half a hour in the heat. The first few photos are of Bonifacio, a citadel town, which doesn’t understand the meaning of “town planning” and “building frontage” – I would hate to live on that cliff face!