Another vivid image of this lunar landscape, boulders both too big and too small to step on, instead being the perfect size to catch and break your ankles as you walk. And always, in the Mani, the ‘stagnant glare’ of the sun.
‘At last, panting, thorn-riddled, caked with salt and dust … we levered ourselves onto the blank Mani again and stumbled up an endless lane of rolling pebbles and ankle-snapping boulders in the stagnant glare.’
Source: Patrick Leigh Fermor, Mani: Travels in the Southern Peloponnese, introduction by Michael Gorra, New York: New York Review of Books, 2006 (1958), p. 98
