The Canary Cloud Forest.
Evocative. Compelling. And entirely unexpected.
Garajonay is a small area of rare and ancient greenwood forest, guarding unique flora and fauna, mysteriously protected by breaths of mist and sentinels of stone, on the tiny Spanish island of La Gomera.
My first visit to the island with my brother Cameron, exactly a year ago, was spent in San Sebastián watching a fleet of rowers preparing to race 3,000 miles across the Atlantic to Antigua: the Talisker Whisky Atlantic Challenge. The world’s toughest row. We were mesmerised, and didn’t leave the marina, except to eat, or sleep.
This year, I found myself on the island again, as the land-based photographer and communications support for Atlantic Discovery – a team of four wild spirits – inevitably including my brother.
After the intensive race start, I felt the need to shrug off the weight of eight months of frenetic campaigning and recharge my batteries for a day.
Nature never fails to tingle my creative muscle.
So I turned my back on the empty horizon and lifted my head to the hills and terraces rising abruptly from the black sands and warm waters of the Atlantic. The morning fingers of light lit my way on an awe-filled experience – it was a perfect day. For me, the beauty and diversity of this volcanic landscape is purely for the mind and the soul. In this place, the camera is best set aside.