... perhaps because of the crepuscular light or perhaps because of destiny, our return route deviates 20 m. lower in altitude. So it happens that
we pass closer to a slender, little pond, that, on the way to, we had estimated like too small for hosting fish.
Enclosed in a small narrow valley, almost a crevasse, the side banks, sheer drops in the water
and looking very much like
the remains of a landslip, are inaccessible. But what from the distance looked like just
a bit more than a puddle, turns out to be a narrow, deep sheet of water with lots of rising fish!