Legend has it that Satan fell horns over heels in love with a beautiful shepherdess who lived in a mountainous area of Corsica.

But the shepherdess was already married and not at all interested in this man with red eyes, horns and a nasty expression on his face, even if he could breathe fire out of his mouth. When Satan pressed his case, the lovely young shepherdess screamed and slapped him. Her husband came running and in a rage, mercilessly beat Satan with a big stick. Not an easy thing to do!.

Satan, not having a good day, had a tantrum! He stamped his feet and smashed, crushed, and upturned the land on which they lived. Not content with that, he petrified (literally) the couple and their dog, and with an unexpected artistic eye turned the area into a beautiful national park where, with a little imagination, you can apparently see the shepherd, his wife and their dog carved into the red rocks.

I do love a good legend, and that certainly is one. So good that the area known as Calanche de Piana is the most visited place on the island.

I had to see it.

We rented a car and headed to the north west area of Corsica. It was a beautiful drive through the mountains. Finally ahead of us we saw the village of Piana, and we knew were getting close,

The roads narrowed and the scenery changed. The twists and bends in the road became more and more difficult to negotaite. The rocks were hemming us in.

At times there was a wall of rock on one side and an alarming drop off on the other

At other times there were walls of rock on both sides with not much room between them

And then the first piece of Satan’s art work came into view

Is that Satan’s heart, or the shepherdess’s?

We searched the area for the likeness of the Shepherd and Shepherdess but couldn’t find them. The dog however was easy to spot

And then there was a bishop – at least that is what the guide book says it is. But it doesn’t explain why Satan wanted to leave us with an immortalised Bishop.

And the same guide book assures us that this is a fort

OK, so you need a little creative imagination.

I will let you decide what the following might be

But whatever they are, the Fabulosity Meter appreciated them.

And now dear readers, I am going to bring back, for one time only, the

PASSENGER OF THE WEEK

I get so many requests for the return of Passenger of the Week, but I resist. However I have finally found someone who can never complain. Despite the best efforts of AI, she (?) can never be recognised by any of my readers. She was sitting in a tender taking us from ship to shore. I have no idea why she is wearing that headgear, or what it is for. It reminds me of the netted hoods dogs wear to prevent them from getting foxtails stuck in their nose, but presumably as long as this person doesn’t go sniffing around in long grass, she would not have that problem.

Gordon insists it is to protect her from the sun, hence the total body cover up. But wouldn’t a stylish hat with a huge brim be a better choice. And if Gordon is right (I do so hate it when he is), what is she doing cruising the mediterranean?

We shall never know.

But your suggestions would be welcome.