| Our second featured highlight on the final day of this year's competition is from Alan Packer, another newcomer to our travel writing contests. Alan is a new travel writer splitting time between the Scottish Borders and Kosovo. |  |
Rock, Paper, Scissors
Spring sap urged a final swell to the Mallorcan olive root burrowing in a rock crack. Wood won and three tons of limestone crashed into the Torrent de Pareis.
We were not there, just scrambled over the evidence.
Then came water carrying a whole tree downward until it broke its trunk, smashing into boulders and stopping. Rock won. The torrent scoured it clean of bark.
We climbed over the trunk, afraid. The flood had gone but, trapped, we swam through the deep pools to escape. The cold scissored our breath.
Spring sap urged a final swell to the Mallorcan olive root burrowing in a rock crack. Wood won and three tons of limestone crashed into the Torrent de Pareis.
We were not there, just scrambled over the evidence.
Then came water carrying a whole tree downward until it broke its trunk, smashing into boulders and stopping. Rock won. The torrent scoured it clean of bark.
We climbed over the trunk, afraid. The flood had gone but, trapped, we swam through the deep pools to escape. The cold scissored our breath.
