Laurisilva – a beautiful word for a unique place. On La Gomera, our first walk of the holiday was in the Garajonay National Park. Huge trees, becoming taller as we descended, reached for the sky. Tree trunks were covered with furry green moss and wispy lichen. Birdsong filled the air. Splashes of vivid green, like mini tree ferns, were at the higher levels. A magical place, dark and haunted in places, where the tree canopy became tangled above, and the ever present clouds dripped their rain. Splashing streams collected all this water and bubbled over rocks in the valleys. It felt like being in a rainforest, up in the clouds, and very, very old.