All I had with me was my camera, my notebook, my pencil case, a can of beer, and my wallet - which had maybe €20 in it. I thought I would save the beer for a time when I truly deserved it - eventually, I discovered a suitable table and chair underneath a tree, not far from the path. After a moment of rest, I continued on my walk, and was met by a white cat. She was very vocal, and thoroughly enjoyed my attention. We walked together for maybe half a mile before the landscape changed. Dusty mountains gave way to ancient white ruins. There were marble statues taller than buildings and sheer pillars, half-fallen. We descended upon this wide white stone road, guarded by white stone walls, when the cat suddenly became quite agitated. Clearly she did not want to go wherever this path would take me - or maybe she was trying to warn me but was constrained by her lack of language. Either way, she wished to stay put – better, perhaps, to remain in the beautiful silence of limbo than enter the unknown. Well, I wanted to enter. So, I crouched down and said my goodbyes before continuing down the road. I must have walked for twenty minutes before I turned, quite far away now, to see the cat still sat in the place I left her, watching me - just a little shape, a dot in the distance, eager to see what would happen if I went any further. This series comes from my experience in a place I discovered on a long walk through the mountains near Lemba, Cyprus. By pairing snapshot photographs with diary extracts, I present an account of what I found – the people I saw, the things they did, the place they inhabited and the feeling of hopelessness that they created. * When I first arrived in Heaven there were two very large men. One was trying to take a picture of the other as he clambered up a rope hanging above the Adonis Bath. The water was this glowing green and a waterfall made the surface ripple, reflecting a silvery light from the sun. It was €9 to get in. After they left I took off my clothes and climbed the tree the rope was tied to. I swung from one of the branches and hung there for about 10 seconds before letting go. Later I explored the gorge that snaked through the mountains. Streams of water rained down from the enormous trees that grew out of the walls, their trunks and roots were like wet tentacles clinging to the rocks. Two young girls with backpacks stood beneath them, getting soaking wet. I passed them but I don’t think they even noticed me. On my way back out of the gorge I saw a man and a woman scaling the side of a cliff. They were quite near the bottom and seemed to be struggling. They took it in turns helping each other up to a certain point, but then also took it in turns falling back down to where they started, as if they had learnt nothing from their mistakes. It was a cycle I thought would never end, so I left them to it. I returned to the entrance. There was a small museum of earthly memorabilia, a souvenir shop and a café. The friendly woman in the café gave me a coffee on a small golden tray with a plastic spoon. She told me that I could take it to the rooftop dining area, which overlooked the Adonis Bath. White sculptures adorned the area. As there was no one else around I sat there and drank my coffee. Watching over the terrace I saw a new group of lost souls had wandered in. They seemed excited by the sights and suddenly rushed to the Baths. By the time I had finished drinking my coffee they had all descended into some kind of disappointed delirium. They circled the water, dipping their hands and feet in now and then, presumably to test the temperature. Clearly it was too cold for them, so they continued to wander patiently, perhaps in the hopes that it would somehow eventually heat up.