On our way into Wales Sarah and I drive through many miles of the brutal ‘we’ve broken the sky’ kind of rainfall we get too often in these climate-changing days. But we keep going because, well, it’s a day out, an adventure and we’re determined to enjoy it.Besides, we’ve been where we’re going many times before, though not for a long time now, and we know it can have good weather even when it’s raining everywhere else. That’s how it is with Paradise.
Across the bridge then to Anglesey and two left turns later we arrive at Niwbwrch. Where we turn left again, through the pine woods and down to the beach.
Where it is of course a perfect and deeply blue sky day.
Lovely. Snowdonia over there doing its usual job of hoovering up all the clouds.
Well done that mountain range.
Sarah’s walking boots are immediately off.
Second paddle of the year!
But what has she found?!
Perfect, but dead.
Next a crab shell.
All barnacle encrusted.
The sky is showing off today.
As are the shells.
And we keep looking back at Snowdonia.
The first time I walked out onto the beach several years ago it took my breath away with its unexpected beauty. It still does, every time. And it’s not always sunny here. Of course it isn’t. We once stood here in a high wind and watched a black cloud and its wall of rain detach itself from Snowdonia and cross to here in a very few seconds.
Then one of the last times we were here there was a haar right along the coast, so too misty to see where we were going, never mind see Snowdonia.
Today, as always here, we are walking to Llanddwyn.
A hilly tidal island that’s briefly cut off twice every day. Not very cut off though as there’s a very small gap between the land and the island.
Arriving here it’s time for our picnic.
Splendidly done Sarah.
With freshly baked bread from a friend. Thank you Pat!
Gorse in the rocks by our picnic place.
The view from our picnic place.
And from standing up, closer to the water’s edge.
Lunch eaten we walk up onto the hilly island.
And Sarah gets down to some serious wildflower photography.
And I gaze at the clouds.
Sarah gazing more precisely.
We walk along to the far end of the island.
Wild horses obligingly frame themselves in the abbey ruins.
Ransacked, though probably not in person, by Henry VIII.
This is not Greece, this is Anglesey.
And if you’re reading this in Liverpool it would take you two hours and just a couple of miles of walking to get here.Next we walk down onto the far side of the island.Good for seaweed and rock pools.
Round the end of the far side, we begin walking back.
Late in the afternoon.
And there are shadow monsters on the beach.
Two of them.
We drive through the green lanes of Anglesey to where we often go at the end of a Llanddwyn day.
We often used to come camping here, so always come back for a visit. Plus, there’s been a lot of walking since that picnic lunch and we’re hungry!
Aydin’s, highly recommended.
And also looking like somewhere in Greece.
Such a perfect day, I’m glad I spent it with you.