I’m standing awestruck watching an erupting volcano with pungent gases and resonant, unearthly sounds filling the air.
But enough of those onion bhajis I’d had the night before… I’m just under two miles from the main vent of Cumbre Vieja, on La Palma in the Canaries, taking in the mesmerising fury of nature.
Even at this distance I can see clouds of grey ash spewing from the cone, with rocks flying hundreds of feet into the air. Through binoculars, there’s glowing lava spilling down the slope towards the Atlantic like an apocalyptic scarlet river.
