Postcard from Plougrescant

Just west of the Beauport Abbey, the pink granite coast begins. We were there at low tide as the wind picked up. It wind whipped my hair around, and I had to make sure I didn’t fall of a rock into the sea. At the end of our walk, the fog started rolling in and gave the coast an otherworldly impression.

3 Replies to “Postcard from Plougrescant”

  1. When I’m facing a day of 100+ degrees, your moody, cool coastal photos are even more appealing!

  2. Aunt Gail says: Reply

    What an amazing place filled with mystery and wonder. I love all the rock photos, and would like to stay in that cottage. So beautiful.

  3. Meradeth says: Reply

    That little house between the boulders–can you imagine living there? So interesting!!

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