The path runs where the cliffs breathe salt and the wind carries the sound of distance. Walking here feels like tracing the edge of a moving world — sea against land, light against shadow. The North Devon coast is a place of thresholds: tides folding over stone, clouds breaking open above empty headlands.
Each step becomes a frame, each horizon a memory. These photographs follow that narrow way between certainty and drift — walking the edge of the sea.
