Wonderful, Andre!
(Who'da thought that Raglan, the old fart, would've given Tennyson the chance to write his poem, and you the chance to borrow it? Glad we've benefitted from this particular example of the law of unintended consequences -- there weren't so many benefits at the time...)
Love the colours against the grey stone. Have attached a photo from Mt Mulanje, in Malawi, which echoes that. (I'm stretching for a cycling link here: the closest I can do is that, when I first hiked Mulanje in the late 1980s, there was an annual competition for the guides and porters, a race from the Likhubula Pools at the foot of the massif to the base of Sapitwa, the highest peak on the top. The winner got a bicycle.)