― The walk is long, there’s no denying. ∙ The path is texturally treacherous rather than difficult. I find my feet slipping over ancient cobble slabs, polished with the feet and rain of hundreds of years. The soles of my shoes trap wicked prickly pebbles and my toes are covered in dust, powdered into monochrome. Wet and dark patches must be avoided – equine refuse no doubt, and sometimes difficult to spot as I weave through stark sunlight and shadow in the high-walled siq. The walls provide [...].