Soaring above our lookout perch, then far below into the pit.
Circling high, then plunging down the sheer rock wall to perch on its cliff-edge nest. And all the while, that free and savage cry. Safe from predators, afraid of nothing, for nothing could conquer this man-made citadel.
Then, slowly emerging from the cave mouth 150 metres below us, a car. Its smallness offset by the gloriously coloured immense cliff face as it climbed the winding road, while the falcon soared above, shrieking a challenge.
Then both were gone, leaving us alone with the silence.