In the afternoon of the 20th July, amigo Harm and me took a ride to what he called an ‘ancient oak-tree-wood’. You can wake me up any time for a target like that. The pubs in Aren were overcrowded, so we took the road to Aulas without our usual beer. The road went over a smaller mountainside in between two valleys. On the other side of the valleys the Pyrenees went up high and mighty. After a while we stopped and I started to shoot some ‘postcards’… Nature responded almost immediately: if you want it rough, you can get it rough.