Winter on the Pink Granite Coast

In spring, the coast gently awakens. The gorse bursts into golden blossom, and the discreet scent of broom mingles with the salty air. The coastal paths turn a soft green, and the sea, still fresh, shimmers a light blue under the first rays of sunshine.

In summer, the coastline is resplendent. The pink cliffs blush in the heat, contrasting with the turquoise waters. The beaches come alive, white sails dot the horizon, and sunsets blaze the granite like still embers.

In autumn, the wind becomes a storyteller. It rolls swift clouds over the capes, while the heather colours the moor in purple and ochre. The lower light sculpt the granite blocks, giving them the appearance of sleeping giants.