The small peninsula Île Renote in Trégastel is less than 4 kilometers from our accommodation. The parking lot between Trégastel and Île Renote is our starting point. We walk just two kilometers through a landscape lined with pink stones and rocks, some of which look as if they've been arranged by a great artist. This...

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Cool morning, fresh air. Seagulls greet us with their song as they glide over the roofs around us. Some are flying above the ground, I can see them eye to eye. After a while they gather on a roof and chat loudly. I remember the one that landed on the top of the roof when...

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I don't even know where the time has gone. I feel like the old people who used to complain that time just flies by. Where are they now? All of them are gone. Now I'm such an old man it seems.

The stove has heated the room to a pleasantly warm temperature. It's been drizzling all day, which doesn't bother me in here. I'm tired, which prompts me to take a break, where I sit on the bench and drink ginger tea, looking out of the window and listening to a bird singing. Life can be...

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The day torn into pieces. But the individual pieces do not form a whole. They remain many colorful shards, scattered everywhere, without coherence. At least the sun is shining and the air is warm. And I'm at peace.

I'm just as much a stranger here as anywhere else. But here is the sea. I can emphasize it again and again, the sea heals. An hour's drive and we're in Camaret-sur-Mer. We park at the harbor, from where we set off on a circular walk along the coast. I'm not quite there from the...

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"We are travelers who go through trials in foreign lands, grow through them and thus find ourselves." - unknown The sea heals. But it starts at the foot of the mountain. Well, you can't call the Ménez-Hom a mountain. Not me. And probably not many others, especially those who have climbed real mountains. But once...

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A deer hangs from a tree, its hind legs splayed upwards, its head hanging downwards. Its body without fur. The old man with a knife, pulling off the fur. Nearby a cat and a dog. His wife is hanging up the washing. He disappears, emerges with a saw. A short time later, the head of...

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At the parking lot, as I'm putting on my hiking boots, a man speaks to me. I only understand the word randonnée, smile and nod. And then I say oui before getting back into my shoes. It's a small parking lot opposite the local church, the Église Notre Dame de la Nativité. From this parking...

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We don't have to go far, just 5 kilometers from our accommodation are the megaliths of Saint-Just. Despite the overcast and gray sky, it's a wonderful walk. Especially when we come to a rocky gorge over which we can see the river winding its way between the now bare trees. It looks as if it's...

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