George Cave

“The winds were blowing the sulphur clouds clear of the summit block and we stared down from Iran’s volcanic altar onto the vast, sprawling landscape beneath.”

“When storms arrived, the water on the surface was whipped around in a turbulent frenzy of ever-changing directions and we came to think of the area as lying at the centre of the world”

“Many abalakovs and packet noodles later and the four of us were on the return walk, a now familiar journey of dry glacier, relentless moraine and stunningly unspoilt green valleys below”