Pinch Point #50

Following hours of mounting claustrophobia with the walls of the river bed progressively narrowing to a vertiginous height, we reached the ‘gate’, a preposterously narrow crevice between towering cliffs. It’s truly stunning, makes one feel incredibly small and insignificant.
We instinctively felt the weight of the rock faces pressing on either side as we squeezed metaphorically through the fissure less than a few paces wide.
Fatigued and hungry we spread out on rocks for a toasted Papastratos staring skywards marvelling at the amazing aerial display by eagles and vultures which had provided an escort soaring above us all day long.