Seldom have so many aspiring photographers clicked without actually seeing anything. A small child in bright colours makes a determined effort to scale the wooden fence facing the tomb. Ever higher the sun climbs. The passageway remains lit, the sun illuminating the large passage orthostats flanking the route to the chamber and the back wall which the beam finally strikes. All present are moved by the perfection of the light, the genius of the ancients.
Winter is dead.
Nature has won.