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 love this togetherness, often even the solitude in such a place. And how beautiful is this solitude, right in front of this sleeping coastal village...

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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 direction and enjoy the wonderful solitude. Station 1 - Chapelle de Saint-Samson 48°32'57.8"N 4°44'05.3"W My first stop is the Chapelle de Saint-Samson, an enchanting small chapel...

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Some events need no explanation; they stand silently for themselves. And there are experiences that feel almost presumptuous to put into words. As if every attempt to describe them would take something essential away. Simply put—it wasn't beautiful. It was adequate, nothing more. An empty shell of what could have been. We were outside, moving...

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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 mingles with the rushing of the sea, which lies no more than 200 meters from our accommodation. A breathtakingly beautiful spectacle that touches me deeply. Before we set out, we...

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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 have been at one of our many walks in this beautiful part of the world. We start from the front door, passing old houses in...

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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 morning, lit by the morning sun. We pass a small group of hikers, then a bay with three cars, until we come to the small weary spot that...

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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 spectacular display of pink hues. Leaning against the wall of our accommodation, letting my gaze drift through the window, I cannot tear myself away from this...

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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 on a wide country road until we stop at the town hall in the village of Castellfollit del Boix. While we are changing,...

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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 drive here, I wasn't sure what we were getting ourselves into. Winding roads, some so narrow that only one car can pass through. It's the...

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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 bearings and take a stony, narrow path from there. We walk counter-clockwise, staying on the route shown by GPS. Stones become rocks, then there's another passage where...

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