One of the last hills on the trail, the wall hadn't been built on the crest of the hill but on the lower of two parallel cliffs. We sheltered between the upper cliff and the wall to get out of the wind for our lunch stop, with the boulders as furniture. Sitting there, we were also listening to a cuckoo from that tree you can see further along the wall. It was still singing as we passed the tree and we could see right into the crown of the tree from up on the trail, so I stopped, listened and looked very carefully ... but could not find it |:(| Closest I got to capturing a bird that day.
