Konk Leon beach. A magnificent sun, glowering on the low waves, constantly breaking. Wetsuited swimmers lolling like seals in the warming water. Green, grassy headlands, rocky shoreline interspersed with idyllic white beaches. The wind, ever-present, blows in from times past, a Celtic heyday on the watery highways between here and Cornwall, Ireland, Wales. And the Breton language lives on here, much more present than in other parts of Brittany.
