I’ve always been something of an idealist.
When I moved to Barcelona, it was all about living ‘the good life on the Mediterranean’. I was attracted to the concept of it above all else.
But deep down, I think it’s the brutish beauty of the Atlantic that excites me most of all.
This is, I’m sure, linked to my upbringing. We longed for wind so we could sail, and waves so we could surf. Staring at a flat sea was never our idea of fun.
My new home in Gijón might be a million miles away from Wales, but moving here has still felt like something of a homecoming.
The salty haze at sunset.
The rumbling lullaby of crashing waves.
The constantly changing landscape.