Thatched painted fisherman cottages clustered together at the waters edge, nestled down between steep cliffs of sheep-speckled meadows. This part of the coast points towards the setting sun, a heartfelt pastime to quietly watch the fire of the sun cool into the fading blue of the sea at the end of long summer days.
Sounds of laughter and splashing carries from the cove as I climb up the coastal path, then an invisible barrier is passed that brings only silence to the ears.
Rugged, unspoiled but tended paths wind around dramatic cliffs holding back the force of the sea.
This is joy for the receiving, beauty in abundance still free from manmade designs. A blissful expansive backdrop rich in colour and form to beckon the soul and overpower the mind.