If you go directly south from Caloura in the Azores, there's a reasonable chance you wouldn't hit land until Antarctica. Staring out from the jetty at the end of the harbour in Caloura, looking at the horizon, the sense of the infinite becomes overwhelming, even more than when making a "usual" wave recording looking out at the sea. We refocus, listen more closely and tune into the wheeling birds that occasionally circle overhead, anchoring ourselves back to dry land.
