I'm not sure if you can tell the incline in the photo above, but we quite quickly achieved this view of the village we'd just left and thereafter it was view, view, view, all the way.
Much of the hillsides is covered with pine, so the path is littered with these gorgeous pinecones.
More view! Poor Pater, he's learned to be v. patient with my camera . . .
We're both always stopping to admire the drystone retaining walls and to try to imagine over how many years, decades, centuries, they were built. And each terrace they create, no matter how narrow, gets planted, generally with grapes, but also with olive trees or apple, apricot sometimes, and then with annual vegetable crops as well.
So we'll humour them and head back for a swim, some lunch, perhaps a nap . . .