The coastal path in early spring is windy in a way that clears the head. The sea is grey-green, the sky changes every half hour, and the path follows the water for as long as you want it to.
I walked for about three hours, stopping often, not because I was tired but because there was always something to look at: a fishing boat coming in, a dog running ahead of its owner, a bench placed exactly where you would want to sit.
I did not take many photos. Some walks are better remembered than recorded, and this was one of them.