One day on this holiday we went on a trip through the mountains in Corsica. It is an island of great beauty, and real contrasts.
I stopped the car to take some photos of the mountains - one range looked like something out of 'Lord of the Rings' - and as I was taking the photos I noticed four birds soaring over the valley beneath me.
They were golden eagles, and were calling to each other. Their lilting cry was haunting, stirring to the soul. I remember being captivated by golden eagles when I was young, but never thought I would actually see them flying in the wild. It was an amazing experience.
It left me moved for several hours - their cry really pulled at something primeval within me.
A picture would have shown more than I can describe - but the photos show only landscape, not the birds themselves. I guess I need a better camera.
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