IMAGES BY
STEVE WRIGHT, WORDS BY LISA SYKES/THE GUARDIAN
Descending
through the sweet-smelling pines and gnarled junipers we saw the summit of
Toubkal in the distance, a faint triangular point against the blue sky.
Below were
well-kept terraces of fruit trees covered in spring blossom. Boulders and scree
covered the valley floor, the aftermath of dangerous flash floods that had been
caused by summer storms.
Later, the
first star of the evening, the Etoile de berger or shepherd's star, rose in the
sky and, on cue, dark blobs on the mountainside began moving across and down
the slopes.
The flocks
were coming home.
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