Our villa accommodation on the west coast of Bali was nestled adjacent to the tiny fishing village of Seseh. One morning, we walked the short distance to have a closer look at our neighbours. The main street was quiet at that hour of the morning,

the children heading off to school.

We passed colourful shrines

and regal roosters

on our way to the centre of the village. Like most villages in Bali, Seseh practices the daily rituals of the Hindu faith. We awoke each morning at 6am to the pre-recorded call to prayer, repeated again at 6pm. There appeared to be so many beautiful temples in the village, it was hard to discern if it was one very large temple or numerous smaller ones.

The detailed carvings and decorations were magnificent.

At the edge of the village, we reached the beach.

Revered by the Balinese as a sacred beach, Seseh had a relaxing sense of tranquility.

If I lived in Bali, I would like to live in this house.

We wandered back through the village, the landscaped gardens

a sharp contrast to rural life.

The imposing stone gateway at the entrance to the village marked the end of our excursion.