On the beach at the end of the world

Last night I camped on a wild beach, the last in Europe, the waves thundered and the wind howled. Then I climbed a mountain high above the cliffs in the pre-dawn light to catch the sunrise like the Druids who gathered here eons ago. Giant breakers crashed on the shore and I swam, or rather was tumbled in the surf, the water was surprising warm, but then I´ve been soaked to the skin so often that warmth is just a memory. A Polish girl I met on the beach came to dinner with a bottle of wine, fresh water flowed out of  a rock ourcrop and driftwood fueled a cooking fire.