Walking Hoymille - Bergues
I don't know where we've ended up, but it seems to be a fascinating place. Yesterday evening I was alone on a small stroll through Bergues – little more …
I don't know where we've ended up, but it seems to be a fascinating place. Yesterday evening I was alone on a small stroll through Bergues – little more …
I am so full of rage that I fear I might wrench the steering wheel and crash into something. Into one of the many cars clogging the road on both sides, or …
A building of sandy stone with tall windows in black frames. The gravel parking lot, next to it a perfectly mowed lawn. Where the lawn ends, the boule …
Cliffs that plunge into the sea. Fields with dense bushes adorned with goldenyellow blossoms, where the air is fragrant with coconut. These are the pearls …
The weather is changeable all morning. At noon, the sky clears up and the sun comes out. We also go out for a walk here in Quimper. Not into the city, but …
A beautiful path that begins by the sea, where the sun's rays glitter, and ends there again. In between, it leads over field paths from which one …
We are back at the great beach. It bears a different name, so it's probably a different one. The one beach is located somewhere down there. But I can …
The GR34 is usually a good choice for a hike. Especially when the sun is shining, as on this day. After days of gray and rainy weather, the joy for this …
It's a lovely diversion. We get out of our accommodation and yet don't have to be in this city. A short walk under a sky covered with deep clouds, before …
This part of Finistère seems crowded and overrun to me. And this already, when it's not yet full of tourists. However, I notice several vehicles with …
Just a small walk, yet it gives me so much. Especially now, when we live in a city that has welcomed us with lots of rain and lowhanging, gray clouds. …
The journey begins in thick fog that shrouds the landscape like a mysterious veil. But as we approach our destination, the sky starts to clear. The last …
The parking lot is located on the edge of Trémazan right next to the D 127, with the North Atlantic opening up on its left side and a bay with a sandy …
This excursion is small and short, but I currently lack the strength for something bigger and longer. I'm struggling with the aftereffects of a restless …
Like yesterday, today will be a day outdoors. And today we have again decided to go for a hike. We're heading to the western end of Finistère to Pointe …
From the small parking lot, I look directly at the sea. Our hike begins and ends here. But we leave the sea behind us in the first section. We walk along …
It's something between a hike and a walk. Actually, you can't really call it a hike. The route leads over the dunes of Plage de Treompan on the GR34. And …
Icy wind greets us on the Breton coast. Here, where the waves whisper, we stand on the remote parking lot near Porspoder. Just the two of us. How much I …
It's my day off and I'm using it for an excursion. Though it's cloudy, it isn't raining when I start. I drive along the picturesque coast in a southerly …
Some events need no explanation; they stand silently for themselves. And there are experiences that feel almost presumptuous to put into words. As if …
A moderate wind blows, birds are chirping, and the sky turns red and violet. Dark clouds pass along the horizon, gradually dissolving. The birds' chirping …
Happiness is a wonderful state, even if it doesn't last long. I don't remember when I was last this happy. But it must have been in Brittany. And it must …
Where the road ends and a gravel path begins, any navigation system is lost. Fortunately, it only goes straight ahead. We are not alone on this wonderful …
The valleys lie beneath a thick blanket of fog, with peaks jutting out like water lilies floating on a quiet pond. The setting sun bathes the sky in a …
The trail is not located in a nature park, but in a wooded area. Even the drive to our starting point is pleasant and quiet. We are on the main road, then …
We haven't found a parking space yet and I'm already annoyed by Mura, this small village in the Parc Natural de Sant Llorenç del Munt i l'Obac. Even on …
The route begins in a small parking lot, from where we fight our way up the mountain through undergrowth. Once we reach a small platform, we get our …
I've often wondered what lies behind the hill, this rocky outcrop of stone and dried bushes. Today I found out. It's the same as on this side, only more …
The same route a second time. This time it feels even better, probably because we know what lies ahead. We enjoy it more. The mood is better than …
I like to remember the woodland that was so quiet and green that we could just walk through. Enjoying it with every step. It was so different from …
Do I really belong here? I'm fighting my way up the hill step by step. Behind us lies a strenuous hike over rugged and pointed rocks. More than eight …
I had to get out and this path is right on our doorstep. A short walk over a paved road up the hill, then through a ravine over rocks and stones. A group …
Most of the path leads through the forest, over ground covered with dense foliage. Only as we approach the ridge is the path littered with rocks, some of …
Every step counts. I often say that to myself as we make our way up the mountain. Every step counts. And so I pay attention to every single step and walk …
The peak we're climbing today the Pic de l'Escalette is about as far from the Atlantic as it is from the Mediterranean. At an altitude of 1856m, it's not …
It takes time. Everything needs time. I know it and yet I don't give myself that time. I judge far too quickly and therefore far too harshly. We haven't …
We're on the descent, about halfway down. The mountains stretch out before our eyes, lined up on the horizon. Above them, a deep blue sky. The sight takes …