Peņa de Los Enamorados, Antequera, Spain (2009)

In all that broad landscape there was no gleam of hope. North and east and west he looked with wild, questioning eyes, and then he realised that his wanderings had come to an end, and that there, on that barren crag, he was about to die. 'Why not here as well as in a feather bed, twenty years hence?' he muttered, as he seated himself in the shelter of a boulder.

Sir Arthur Conan Doyle
A Study in Scarlet