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 low-hanging, gray clouds. Such a walk along the dunes and by the sea is almost healing. In any case, it is fulfilling and rejuvenating. La Torche seems to...

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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 few kilometers take us along a narrow, winding road that snakes through the countryside until we finally reach the parking lot by the sea. What unfolds before our...

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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 beach on the right. My eyes are immediately captured by the dark blue sea of the North Atlantic. This is where our little...

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This excursion is small and short, but I currently lack the strength for something bigger and longer. I'm struggling with the after-effects of a restless night and the still present pain in my back, although it has diminished somewhat. It's past noon when the sun appears, and that's the moment we set off. Station 1...

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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 Saint-Mathieu. It's simultaneously a memorial for all deceased Breton sailors and the site of an old monastery ruin and a lighthouse. A very popular destination, as...

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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 part of the same road that we drove to get to the parking lot. We pass the first houses, many of which didn't stand...

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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 since we're not alone and can walk to the starting point from our accommodation, "walk" is probably the better description. Where usually only a few...

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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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