Day 5 — A Walk to the Headland She hiked past fields of low scrub peppered with lilies, following a goat track that rose toward a headland. From that cliff Otchakun stretched like a model of itself—roofs clustered, a single church steeple puncturing the sky. The sea below folded into hidden coves, jagged rocks with small caves. Mays found a low ledge and read until the sun crept higher; when she closed the book she felt the town below as a breathing organism rather than a mere arrangement of buildings.