The hills behind the dunes were coated in a thick layer of morning mist, it was around 6am. The camp was silent apart from the sound of the mornings waves breaking onto the beach below, I went out in search of a good place to grab a coffee and breakfast. 2hrs of wandering around taking in the mornings atmosphere and i realised i was up way too early for this sleepy beach town. The only people i crossed paths with were dog walkers and a couple of early bird surfers catching a few waves before the 9-5.
Last summer I spent a month around Devon and Cornwall and was shown this cove by some friends. We all fell asleep under the mid day scorch after exploring caves and cliff diving, only to wake up looking like lobsters four hours later.
Have you ever thought ‘what if we had turned left instead of right?’ As we drove away from the home of Franz and Alfreida Reinhard Brasen, we were buzzing that a single change in our day’s decisions may have meant we never found these two incredible people.