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.


And here's my teammate Anita of Bratislava, Slovakia, enjoying herself.
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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.
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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.




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.

