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I almost walked straight past this clump of yellow without looking down. The Mirador de Guise y Ayose pulls everyone’s eyes outward, across the rumpled red hills, all the way to the hazy Atlantic but the real show was happening at my feet, where a burst of wild mustard had punched up through the volcanic grit. Fuerteventura usually wears its arid badge with pride, yet catch it after a bit of winter rain and the slopes turn an improbable green, dotted with white farmhouses that look almost lonely out there.

I crouched low, got the flowers leading the eye into the valley, and let the clouds brood up top. Five minutes later the light shifted and the whole thing flattened. Timing, as ever, is mostly luck dressed up as skill.

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