“Delicate waves gently kissing the black lava rocks, before moving backwards to where they came. Then silence before the next. Boats of all shapes and sizes, white, blue, yellow, though mainly white, swaying, turning, gracefully waiting. The sound of rigging moving in the breeze, like nautical wind chimes. Seagulls flapping their wings before gliding with enviable grace and ease, darting, diving, swooping. No cars, no lorries, just the occasional ferry announcing its arrival causing waves to react momentarily . . . ”
Written in a few moments of observation at Playa Blanca, 2025