We go away and I take a few photos. We don't see the sun. That's how it's been this year, a couple of nice days all summer.
To get to the place above I drive for an hour and a half, along windy roads, keeping a wary eye on the oncoming traffic.
We get out of the car, take a deep breath and walk. The sea air calms me down. I love the views. We walk for a couple of hours, take a few photos. They're all as shit as the one above.
Then it's back in the car for a stressful hour and a half drive back to where we're staying. The views and the fresh air are forgotten as my daily afternoon slump takes hold and I'm desperately trying to concentrate on not hitting another car. I hate driving so much but how else do you get to the places you want to go, the places of peace and oneness with nature?
The next day it pisses down and I think "fuck it" and drive home along busy motorways, a sleepy automaton on auto-pilot.