Exploring the island, learning the seasons

1 The island from above in the dry season, a tiny stake enclosure its only human trace

2 In the wooded valley, Crusoe stops in wonder at ripe melons and hanging grapes

3 From a gentle rise, the young castaway looks up the green vale toward its bright head

4 On the first anniversary of his landing, Crusoe kneels forehead to earth in his cave

5 Crusoe stands between his bare, cracked first plot and thriving green barley and rice

6 Three years on, the ring of cut stakes has grown into a living canopy over the bower.