6pm. A sudden chill. Clouds sinking into the bay again, hiding the sun and creeping a wet cold under wintry clothes. A scent of wild oceans, of chalk and rocks and woods, getting stronger with each step along the shore. Until one eventually stops and decides to return, suddenly much more aware of that line separating the village from the wilderness.
Above and in the wild. Wandering seas of fog and stone. // 📷 lost-in-moments