The common denominator today was rock, just in different forms and ages. In the morning we went to look at rock art, the world’s oldest cave paintings at over 67,000 years old. It took a bit of finding because the street it was in was a continuation of the street it was supposed to be in. It was found a little easier in the late twentieth century by workers mining for stone.

The cave which we saw by 3D only was quite amazing and we witnessed some painting of hands and beasts. We also saw a video of these fascinating caves, so the two combined gave us a taste of the real thing.  The reason we were using glasses and videos was because it has recently been reopened after many years of restoration and it is difficult to get a booking, due to eager waiting lists.

A long walk to the bus station and it was off to look at rocks on top of the ground, in fact huge beautiful boulders dominating a stork sanctuary. I promise this will be the last you hear of storks, but I just had to take a look. Firstly, storks are in the village, some of the roofs have collapsed with the weight. Poles have been erected on an artificial lake and all are occupied. And then there are the storks on huge boulders covering many acres.

The home to the paintings are the caves that have been restored and there is a strict timetable of viewing so there is little chance of damage and they can then remain the oldest paintings ever to survive. Homes have mostly been provided to the stork, so the only concern about keeping them there is their diminishing food supply. A dump where they used to eat is finished but another will be provided and they can visit cultivated fields all year round.

Yet another home we found for the stork was in a twisted tree with a dozen or more having built their homes on it, and since it is Spring the whole family was there. This tree, mainly because it was low and vulnerable, was protected by a three metre fence, and far enough away for only the obsessive to notice.