I've been going there for years, a place I can easily say I know well, but which never ceases to surprise me. Every cove, every nook and cranny is different, the blues and the blacks predominate, without, however, a more red tone appearing here and there to break up the apparent normality.

It is a harsh landscape, with a violent geological past, yet beautiful, where the morning mists are suddenly interrupted by strong winds. Home to a vast number of creatures and with the uniqueness of being the only place in the world where white storks nest on rocky cliffs.