The script workshop sessions in Brignogan were usually held outdoors. How could it be otherwise? The scenery was great, we get to look at the clear blue sea.
![Man and Sea!](https://lh3.googleusercontent.com/blogger_img_proxy/AEn0k_tvTHNrozgbs5XTS8S8JzYCJ2ek8YJb_nHg5s65HX1AXKqGX7uZb1k1nU1s9EY7ooU0W4DH_MNvarSf0UH2HIL4mrB8GPfTvg6Y3jLj3etftU4S9WLAHgRdGpKBbLXv5wg=s0-d)
![Me at a Brignogan beach](https://lh3.googleusercontent.com/blogger_img_proxy/AEn0k_u-i239ZLvq7pMcwJyYRRz9BZnnkpbH7oNGdQwZWdkAQ-fHk5oBiH1pI0wJJ62oeBNan5eqq6Vw4SqomfAU6uENOVQCJuoL2LS6gOGN7h4c0BQYZ3T6VL5g24UJrziZLhI=s0-d)
And here's my teammate Anita of Bratislava, Slovakia, enjoying herself.
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Water looked pretty clean too.
![Blue sea of Brignogan](https://lh3.googleusercontent.com/blogger_img_proxy/AEn0k_vRYML3IgCa2Sq7YymAw90xsKWib60sgwfOmFcg_tDPnOyrePgZRA-arLOUAbyFBKFViVDPXNH8ng_CG8OAVCR44kCQEOqE5hjycp_vj5k2aV13j8Gv_kAt-GTBZ74-aO0=s0-d)
I ended up sunburnt.
22nd of June. That was our trip day.
We began our long trek from our hotel, through the sand dunes. As we walked, I imagine the Lord Of The Rings theme blaring majestically in the background.
![Beginning our epic journey in Brignogan](https://lh3.googleusercontent.com/blogger_img_proxy/AEn0k_vpF8e5nIhuqpH5wFJ-DLNFFijMNAzIqAdsnMeMFJQgqad6qMBnG7bS-pVy1Gz7ANrFZqfKvYvcVOF0V1-zYGzqGUjBTm8H0kqyIL28AXVRxwmEUADX7KKslkvsxZBGwi8=s0-d)
![Walking through sand dunes!](https://lh3.googleusercontent.com/blogger_img_proxy/AEn0k_s_hMAAH-Dj2JsycLcF0jFKoMZlu3Gkn2z2icvBlmZBwky4by1fxCJVu2pjHZi78lBmb5kA3Lb--lOI6RtIdAFoUmezkLFubcNHWgYn2mLEYp5JuuLN40autKYG7zFOpB8=s0-d)
![Viewing pretty boats from afar](https://lh3.googleusercontent.com/blogger_img_proxy/AEn0k_sZTLNp1ADI6eHNPSqA3OMPAg0XplStiCM_IcPyfgIiu4p6p4G938ZiUtYgEvD39V8UPy2yxZDZrgj6WAP-kPbdpR70FyOll5PhD9vpCJuJ_riZJ9812MZ-TwAa3wcLWK8=s0-d)
Half an hour later, I saw this strange house surrounded by some large rocks.
![A peculiar house in Brignogan](https://lh3.googleusercontent.com/blogger_img_proxy/AEn0k_vlIeX0xdY7Wd6J4Czng2Dzacpp6HJzWPk8LwWFitv4F5HpYWgTfR_gVeYc7K5IXE1iGEs-eMde3JdmvNVex6S-X6TRx1FL6ax55EKawxnpBeF63JrwOR9riyNrx_rzUkE=s0-d)
It was time for us to take a break.
!["Phew!"](https://lh3.googleusercontent.com/blogger_img_proxy/AEn0k_u8fFIiMFH3JXwESBks7kdPSqE75tjwSp3hRs9UbfmKyu5SArv_1iOU4EJNq8fIMfpUb1dAhvCjISWwSVFWOXThGxUZ0MOrmHtvicWA3gwPojOwn7AAPWWnlaAe23542XA=s0-d)
"Phew..."
And for Aldrina to do cartwheels.
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Or for people to strike heroic poses on the rock.
![Heroic poses on a rocky hill](https://lh3.googleusercontent.com/blogger_img_proxy/AEn0k_uO7PzVtT9RVRued2qWuOoEKQOVdi8uvFra88AKV5WI-nxFHc022vtixzyjVGmRKlnFR-23UqC3gajOYGjuTkJCWql7XPs61H2S_Db00VcibHoC-jGSRW_L6cQBIaVurA=s0-d)
I climbed up too. At that time, I imagined the theme from that Peter Weir film, Picnic At Hanging Rock.
The view from above.
![View from the top](https://lh3.googleusercontent.com/blogger_img_proxy/AEn0k_teFUNzqwSt-ySK5fsw549y2MYEGBjLV7bVfl6MNStQO0INa8LhEQY3s4xLgJ7Mi_7UUYVGcvWuvO7IWgLaJv6sPG8jHGEc_WU1esmobDqlL6Uwy84udxyobRb-9K-6eNA=s0-d)
A while later, we finally arrived at a tent.
![Tent of PLEASURES](https://lh3.googleusercontent.com/blogger_img_proxy/AEn0k_vm-xBNW127N5HVDjuWIMP4mSLPzw2jbKT2U12mcU5r-vgudcJy1IE0pDhAwb1S7I_Ia4c4wxFHxp7IBNePHBsNnEwOfV9M4OFYiG91XxUlr62EEbFhrf2FbiXBg0Npfzo=s0-d)
For lunch we had some really delicious crepes, a specialty of the Brittany region in France.
![Delicious crepes](https://lh3.googleusercontent.com/blogger_img_proxy/AEn0k_tvEaaoOnVqpjPZbqnt1b8mxELo8TkAQLW1cFgNRZkwI7285tnG9hASMvHejWhZVgfpb0HQZtNY1bGZLmtfDrgjSlIAd_TK-vBibWfzwDTrH_mc8RIaGeklaaG0zE7UVuo=s0-d)
![Everyone eating crepes](https://lh3.googleusercontent.com/blogger_img_proxy/AEn0k_vJhTEJOgKtk5wXBWZa2eKgXsG9-NueS2LhzID0wruBJmVttkfA7ox0zvVP892SMdNtC9k2-tmNp98gjNoGmS5Q-7Nw_4Ff2OmGU-OZ2zPNhbBxPUg-f2YBHTKFZ9eMTg=s0-d)
![Eating some nice crepes](https://lh3.googleusercontent.com/blogger_img_proxy/AEn0k_upmiDk13qtAud6UnPlZA_3-OS-zCzq6NmMlZwy3-qlt94CHi4shi3Hb3jHmqmQS8D_zzZrlrCoqqK0m0HVEs9abAsQvAc0QsAHpEeV-EMEsKT8DAVfzQ7LyYq2HtJRkZI=s0-d)
There was a caterpillar nearby, we ate it too.
![Unfortunate caterpillar](https://lh3.googleusercontent.com/blogger_img_proxy/AEn0k_vL-CmfhwPS7PlaQ9ReXvwakuG5bSKGeYSJ6BYSMXNFT4NoZeexX2bsIBESLQDR3sRbYJq7WvESTWIwsOIBFfRxS0RIJlV_FEaRQ7r5_ST0bmYYxH_bHBsNGHj6BqzQxko=s0-d)
Kidding.
After that I started making my way back to the hotel, with my teammates Anita and Alexis. We took a different route, instead of following the coast like before, we walked through a village.
![Pond in middle of a village](https://lh3.googleusercontent.com/blogger_img_proxy/AEn0k_vNHbLWe88Bc26uxj4qXTcV5bWs5Pr8Ib6lFqY6vanFeZn3cJqAvGnAc3-VMEGfcblrBfQwm756c2_9gNX1vgnSsZHas29zRKGf-OLiB4ZyDJ5Crwdgw9JHDhtsEBtCKI4=s0-d)
![Walking past the pond](https://lh3.googleusercontent.com/blogger_img_proxy/AEn0k_s7-ZK2K1eL66rWiMz5gJGnpYbut7ijQU1PVF76GTFIRTh9WdTAoOW6AS1i-zs_38fsjuE9_jLQyaK0TZn9o-RJ7y-1YRrHBbnSpatCKV2vHcneIyrvwcrAs8-xUEGK6Y8=s0-d)
For a while we ended up lost. And it would take us more than an hour to really get back to the hotel.
But along the way, I noticed some pretty flowers, swaying a little in the wind, their yellow petals seemed like gold.
![Field of golden flowers!](https://lh3.googleusercontent.com/blogger_img_proxy/AEn0k_u3LDX2310LWOqBT_Wv4OUajz5YpHyYEDKBXwsqdvfdkmWGCHYFmOLeCdcvEtx4gjSwyfgI2bhUqt_WlHbbTqpnzw-jgR3SyE_LcelL81oeI-TjKlpfKUvvoEZLqq5LqA=s0-d)
![Field of golden flowers! 2](https://lh3.googleusercontent.com/blogger_img_proxy/AEn0k_u79ScwrLqJEKPGPh8kaoeJ7DkSF3_iQ6nLfBa50WbH2LOBFZZGJyOGnFM3n4cAA0_JG2vzkr4pwc0psNZGucaGtIjo7vGjr0GetefWKKlM2VBehXTWdFVPFfedoGIy2zw=s0-d)
And here's my teammate Anita of Bratislava, Slovakia, enjoying herself.
Click here if you can't see embedded video.
Water looked pretty clean too.
I ended up sunburnt.
22nd of June. That was our trip day.
We began our long trek from our hotel, through the sand dunes. As we walked, I imagine the Lord Of The Rings theme blaring majestically in the background.
Half an hour later, I saw this strange house surrounded by some large rocks.
It was time for us to take a break.
"Phew..."
And for Aldrina to do cartwheels.
Click here if you can't see embedded video
Or for people to strike heroic poses on the rock.
I climbed up too. At that time, I imagined the theme from that Peter Weir film, Picnic At Hanging Rock.
The view from above.
A while later, we finally arrived at a tent.
For lunch we had some really delicious crepes, a specialty of the Brittany region in France.
There was a caterpillar nearby, we ate it too.
Kidding.
After that I started making my way back to the hotel, with my teammates Anita and Alexis. We took a different route, instead of following the coast like before, we walked through a village.
For a while we ended up lost. And it would take us more than an hour to really get back to the hotel.
But along the way, I noticed some pretty flowers, swaying a little in the wind, their yellow petals seemed like gold.