before the sun came up the hill was cast in shadows, but now only the dark below a bridge is in shade. Far above the cliff’s that drop below to the sea, stands house’s and apartments many many on end. Yellow ones beside red ones blue one above orange, and if our magical camera was to zoom in further we would see amongst it all bustling stools of life, markets side by side forests and cliff, the forests wrapping around the hills fade and drift, thick and thin. Now if we were now to zoom out and take our camera down to the rocks, the men of steel, the soldiers of iron standing cracked and gruff and old soldier if you like, but a soldier of none the less.