I had been looking for this spot for plenty of times and always managed to somehow pass it. But it’s not even hard to find. That’s the village of Ihasalu on the peninsula that goes by the same name. There’s an old man. Some old houses. And some sheep. And some boats.
This is a story about a man and his sheep. Note the clothes he wears, they are part of his identity. Here are some pictures from 2002, the first time I arrived there, and some updates from 2009.