|The mountain hut at Vilinac, Bosnia. This is where our host sold us beer. May he and his kin,long prosper.|
|We were hugely relieved to get down off that particular mountain - and to bathe our tortured feet in a cool stream just around the corner from here.|
|Our final climb, to the last peak on the right. We were quite a tight group at this moment: sometimes we were strung out like last week's washing, over a mile or more from first to last.|
|Even on Day 7 we were spotting new flowers, like this saxifrage.|
|Lukomir: tantalisingly out of reach, and making that particular descent something of a trial.|
Until A's daughter showed us this trip, as advertised in the Guardian, it had never entered our heads to travel to the Balkans. We were both surprised and delighted to find such fabulous landscapes, friendly people and great hospitality. I can well imagine making another trip, perhaps to stay at one of the village pensions and take day hikes up the mountains.
Well, the muscles have recovered, the kit is clean and dry, and now it's back to the desk; and the allotment. More in due course.