Red hot pokers grow wild, seeds trapped in various valleys in the highlands.

What beauties there are to find in this small kingdom!

Southern Africa’s highest falls – 192m.

This woman, selling peaches by the roadside, has applied a cosmetic preparation.

Girl with hat. Everyone wears some sort of headgear in Lesotho.

Selling peaches. They are everywhere at this time.

Malealea valley.

Mamoeti. Moeti’s mother.

Adolfina spinning wool for weaving.

Alina, who wove it, displays my new Basotho mat. The wall is made from aliminium cans! Recycling at least.

Vincent, retired head teacher, aged 73.

Magnificent views, two a penny…

Basotho boy.

Now Lesotho is green, but the effects of the deep drought will be long-lasting.

Young Bofokeng, complete with filthy plaster cast!

Home sweet home for Bofokeng.

Bofokeng insisted on a picture.

Always mountains as background.

And mountains to ride through…

Thabang the miller.

Mountains and sky.

…and rivers.

Road building in Lesotho. Look carefully. There is a continuous road all over this picture.

Drying peaches for winter.

Just as well I was riding slowly, or the whole pannier would have burst into flame, fanned by the wind. Shorts, trousers, shirt and towel..!

Happy young Steven with his new bike. He won’t get a licence for at least a year though.