Amongst the many things to do on a Sunday, a perfect drive.
Loaded with music, hot tea, sourdough bread, geology, geography, ethnobotany, a grandmother tree, a pack of loving horses to pet, rosemary and eucalyptus harvesting, massive offroading through dunes, the meeting of tips of fingers and tips of grass, and a single portal of blue sky as an open canopy through shifting mist of heavy cloud formation.
Did I mention that there was a photo shoot with a beautiful white horse?