On the wind battered coast on north western Spain, Galicia possesses a raw natural beauty. Though often picturesque, with crystal clear water and long sandy beaches; it has another side, of wind and rain and wave crashing against rock. In a moment it is a violent hard place, and in another a tranquil oasis of calm.

The end of the world

From here there is only possibility

This is a beautifully foreboding place. A rugged visage smased between sky and wave. An allure of tranquil solitude can draw the unwitting into it’s grasp only to an in instant smash them against the rocks. Truly this is the ‘Coast of Death’!

The settling of the soft rain on the back of neck. The weary mist of salty vapour crowding your eyes. Tip tap and beat your soles on the sand as you wander aimlessly towards the edge. There’s a storm coming on the horizon, but it’s not for today. Today I see only sea and blue.