Spanish views from a small town

This morning, I had some time, so, I went to do an errand, and then I went for a drive out to the coast, all the way to the lighthouse at Corrubedo. We've been out there many times. It's one of the most westerly lighthouses in Spain, and there is nothing beyond but the enormous expanse of the Atlantic Ocean. On a clear night, you can see the beacon from the lighthouse at Fisterra to the north, and from the Cíes Islands to the south, and the blackness that stretches west to the Americas. In the summer, like this morning, the waves break with foam at the foot of the cliff the lighthouse is on, and run onto the beaches nearby with white rollers. The wind is gentle but firmly continuous. But, in the winter, especially after a storm, the spray from the waves smashing and thundering below reaches the lighthouse, and there is a perpetual dampness of the sea. The wind howls and threatens to knock you down and send you rolling along, like tumbleweed. The shape of the lighthouse, square ...