Goat herders eke out a living
In the final week of our trip, on the way out of Tarifa after our first night there, the first diversion we made was onto a small paved side road leading through a pine forest on the coastline. It so happened that one of the 'walking' sand dunes in this part of Spain had worked its way up the slope from the Atlantic Ocean and was threatening to take over both the road and the forest. When we spotted this local goat herder with his flock, we just had to stop for a closer look at both the dunes and the man. Sue approached him and gestured that she would like to take his photograph - he nodded but indicated that he would like a cigarette in return. Unfortunately for him, neither of us smoke so he took her gestures at face value and allowed himself to be photographed. While Sue was 'speaking' with him, she noticed that he had very piercing blue eyes (and I thought I had that department...
