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170 images Created 1 Mar 2011

This is a constantly updating gallery of photographic images for prints of the Ll?n Peninsula in North Wales. The latest landscapes will be seen first, but as this beautiful peninsula has so much variation of land and seascapes, from hills & mountains to cliffs and sandy beaches it really is worth checking the earliest images so find images of areas you love, from Aberdaron & Hell's Mouth to Carn Fadryn & Nant Gwrtheyrn.

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  • As the cliché goes, "Looks can be deceptive" and so it was today.  Fluffy white clouds floating across a lush blue sky and brilliant sunshine reflecting off a calm sea, but what the image doesn't show is the biting Northerly wind and the stinging cold ocean. At 6º this was the coldest sea I've swum in, a whole degree colder than any time last winter. My fingers went numb so quickly but thankfully my wetsuit socks prevented my toes from doing the same. I was still happy to be in the sea despite the conditions but 7 minutes was more than enough.
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  • I simply love the road down to Aberdaron. It so much reminds me of my native Cornish homeland, down at West Penwith, and yet it's undeniably Welsh and unique. In West Penwith there are high tors, but nothing as grand as the mountains of Tre'r Ceiri, Garn Ganol & Garn Fadryn. I always get a sense driving down this windy narrow road, that I'm driving to the edge of the earth, and likewise at Land's End. Wonderful parallels for me.
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  • Absolutely incredible, gale force winds howled off the Irish Sea, whistling past the pilgrims isle of Ynys Enlli. WIth the wind came rapidly changing weather, one minute bright sunshine, the next torrential rain. I was endlessly covering the camera lens to try and keep it dry, and regularly had to clean the lens of raindrops. <br />
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I've always loved this location, and I can see so many spiritual folk have this destination high on their must-visit list.
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  • Absolutely incredible, gale force winds howled off the Irish Sea, whistling past the pilgrims isle of Ynys Enlli. WIth the wind came rapidly changing weather, one minute bright sunshine, the next torrential rain. I was endlessly covering the camera lens to try and keep it dry, and regularly had to clean the lens of raindrops. <br />
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I've always loved this location, and I can see so many spiritual folk have this destination high on their must-visit list.
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  • Absolutely incredible, gale force winds howled off the Irish Sea, whistling past the pilgrims isle of Ynys Enlli. WIth the wind came rapidly changing weather, one minute bright sunshine, the next torrential rain. I was endlessly covering the camera lens to try and keep it dry, and regularly had to clean the lens of raindrops. <br />
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I've always loved this location, and I can see so many spiritual folk have this destination high on their must-visit list.
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  • Absolutely incredible, gale force winds howled off the Irish Sea, whistling past the pilgrims isle of Ynys Enlli. WIth the wind came rapidly changing weather, one minute bright sunshine, the next torrential rain. I was endlessly covering the camera lens to try and keep it dry, and regularly had to clean the lens of raindrops. <br />
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I've always loved this location, and I can see so many spiritual folk have this destination high on their must-visit list.
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  • The surf of the Irish Sea endlessly batters the coast at Dinas Dinlle, and numerous coastal defence measures have been tried, but the ocean is relentless and man's efforts seem destined to fail here.
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  • The endless cycle of high and low tides is reassuring in that some things never change, a perpetual familiarity.
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  • What a stunning light as late winter sunshine burned through a hole in blankets of dark grey cloud overhead, backlighting spray coming off the  fast sets of waves.
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  • Embers of an evening fire in the sky, illuminated gentle sets of peeling waves rolling towards the beach at Hell's Mouth in North Wales.
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  • On a glorious evening at the tip of North Wales the lo sunshine backlit clouds of spray from the long lines of surf rolling into the bay. Movement caught the corner of my eye and I watched three sheep scramble up to the top of. steep cliff - just a wonderful liitle moment.
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  • According to the weather forecast it was supposed to be bright sunshine this afternoon - thankfully it wasn’t, and I was gifted with incredible dramatic light over the Llyn Peninsula.
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  • It’s that time of year, and although I thoroughly dislike short days, darkness, rain and gloom, Autumn is also the season of warm water, warm gales, warm sunshine and incredible drama. If we could arrange to keep winter for just a month or so, I’d be very happy, but I’m trying to enjoy the most of the last vestiges of what was summer.
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  • It’s that time of year, and although I thoroughly dislike short days, darkness, rain and gloom, Autumn is also the season of warm water, warm gales, warm sunshine and incredible drama. If we could arrange to keep winter for just a month or so, I’d be very happy, but I’m trying to enjoy the most of the last vestiges of what was summer.
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  • Summer 2020, week after week of dreary wet weather in North Wales, occasionally positivity injected with a day or so of sunshine. <br />
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We sat on the front at Dinas Dinlle watching dozens of holiday makers desperately trying to make the most of their staycation in the gloom. As a grandfather near the shore and a young Dad near the top of the shingle beach vainly tried to make damp kites fly for their hopeful kids, a squall of heavy rain slowly moved across the mountains of Yr Eifl - curtains of rain softening the ancient hills of the Hammer Tribes behind.
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  • A narrow sheep track meanders across the centre of the summit of an ancient hill fort on the Llyn Peninsula in North Wales. The sea is gradually eroding away at this historic monument and only half of the original site now remains
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  • Beautiful evening light on the crumbling cliffs of the hill fort at Dinas Dinlle, North Wales. Only around half of this hill fort remains after years of constant erosion from the Irish Sea
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  • What a difference a season makes. In the summer this beach is busy with tourists, swimming, kayaking and paddle boarding on the water; families eating fish & chips on the sea front and dozens of walkers perambulating along the seafront, but in Winter, it feels vast, empty and exposed. The full force of the wind howls onto this beach from the Irish Sea and the mountains behind seem darker, higher and more ominous. The ancient hill fort s gradually being eroded away, now less than half the size of the original, and hardly surprising when you watch the waves relentless attacking the base.   <br />
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The wind was so strong that the sea became a conveyer of fast, foamy white waves that pushed far up the beach on every landfall. My feet got soaked as the water wrapped around my legs time after time but it was all part of the amazing experience of feeling connected to winter as much as the landscape itself.
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  • It's been maybe a year since I last took my Mum & Dad out for a fish & chip evening at the seaside, and I know we all feel we are missing the connection as time flies by and equally is getting shorter. So the other night we made rapid last minute arrangements and a very happy Mum & Dad climbed (almost literally) into my van and off we went. <br />
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The breeze was strong and deceptively cool outside the warm sunlit cab, so with the smell of salt & vinegar pervading the air, and later clothes, we sat and chatted to each other about life & love and family. After washing it down with a nice cup of flask coffee I felt it was daft not to go and check out the lowering sun as it began to set over the impressive wet beach. I left my folks in the comfort of the vehicle and wandered along the huge expanse of flat sand, textile-patterned with watery layers from the retreating tide. <br />
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I am so into my rock climbing these days that I find so much less time to take photos, combined with an increasing awareness that I simply don't want to shoot stuff I've shot so many times before. There was something so sublimely beautiful about the colours, reflections and intensity of light this evening though, that I found myself genuinely enjoying the looking and lining up of simple compositions in the vast emptiness.  I had no tripod for a change and I was able to move fluidly and easily to benefit from the rapidly changing conditions, before all too soon the sun moved behind a huge cloudbank rolling in as it often does, from the Irish Sea. <br />
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I returned to the van happy that I'd taken some pictures for a change, but also aware that I'd missed maybe half an hour of the company of my lovely parents. I'm finding that time is harder than ever to allocate to the things I want to see and do in life, but that maybe small moments of lots of things are more important than long periods of narrow obsession. Actually I don't think there's much choice anymore as the hourglass is more than half empty.
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  • In body-bending gales on Wales’ North coast, I topped out on the summit of this ancient hill-fort to peruse the fast-changing light and incoing tide at Dinas Dinlle. I had to physically lean onto the tripod to keep the camera as still as possible to make the exposure. <br />
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The sun disappeared behind a hige cloud bank an the intensity reduced dramatically seconds after this image.
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  • Not normally a fan of photographing sunsets, but the high viewpoint over the bay, the calm sea and the beautiful natural golden colours were too irresistible to avoid. Very relaxing and meditative to watch as the sun dipped lower.
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  • Shot from the mountains of Tre’r Ceiri, higher than the low scudding clouds, sunlight and shadows created a thousand paintings upon the vast stretch of the Irish Sea. <br />
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From here, over 2000 years ago, tribes who inhabited the Iron Age settlement behind me will have see such similar views. I have no idea what they will have seen ‘in’ those views, or whether the magical beauty I see was more ominous to them. Sitting in the warm sunlight on the summit of Garn Canol however, I’d like to think that they also saw the amazing beauty in nature’s elements.
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  • Testing out a Sony A7R2 against the Fuji. The sharpness, detail and separation in darker tones are a marked improvement over the Fuji. However the camera profiles from the Sony and very crude compared with the subtle differences between the Fuji ‘scene’ profiles. There are some slightly strange colour shifts in tonal values using ‘Camera Standard’ in Adobe Camera Raw that I need to get to the bottom of. I’ve only had the camera out for a few hours and this is my first go at processing a Sony file in ACR which is my preferred workflow
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  • I've been enjoying evenings with my parents lately, when I collect them from their house and we disappear on evening jaunts in my van, usually to the seaside to eat fish & chips and watch the sunset. These evenings have become very important to me as I watch Mum & Dad getting older, and I recognise more than ever that our time is finite, and that people we take for granted (in a nice way) simply won't be there forever. <br />
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As Dad hunted on the shingle beach for wood for his sculptures, my Mum and I were captivated by the simple beauty of light and pattern in the wet sand and sky in front of us. These sorts of landscape pictures are generally too easy to take and very obvious, but this image means more to me than landscape, it was about sharing a vision with my lovely and precious Mum.
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  • Shot whilst I was being filmed for the ITV Series “The Strait” in which I am one of the featured characters. We had been up in the Welsh mountains beforehand, hoping to get some views from the summits back across Anglesey. We raced down to the Foryd Estuary on the Menai Strait just as the sun was setting. The wind was fierce and bitter, and I have allowed the file colour to remain blue rather than correcting everything, as I prefer the colour symbolism of the blue tones. It looks like the conditions that I felt at the time.
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  • Gale driven waves and foam pile onto Dinas Dinlle shingle beach at sunset, on the North coast of the Llyn Peninsula in North Wales. The large rocks in the image are sea defence measures to stop storm surges pushing the tide over the shingle bar onto the low lying farmland behind.
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  • Mainland North Wales and the tip of the Llyn Peninsula as seen from the steep Southern side of the island pilgrimage of Ynys Enlli (Bardsey Island), the legendary "Island of 20,000 saints" which lies 1.9 miles off the Llŷn Peninsula in the Welsh county of Gwynedd. Bardsey's been a place of pilgrimage since the early Christianity, but there are signs of settlements from earlier periods. It became a focus for the Celtic Christian Church, attracting devout monks, and it is believed that St Cadfan began building a monastery on the island in the sixth century.
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  • Where surfers go for huge left handers in stormy conditions, today was utterly calm, serene almost, near silent under the soft blanket of grey, gently backlit by a weak sunshine.
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  • A lobster pot is washed ashore by slow powerful waves at sunset at Dinas Dinlle beach near Caernarfon, North Wales.
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  • Rolling moorland slopes of Bwlch Mawr on the Llyn peninsula in North Wales
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  • So many of the hills in this region take on the appearance of female breasts, and the locals sometimes refer to the hills by anatomical nick names!
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  • Nominated in 10th (2017) International Colour Awards (Nature category)<br />
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Deep sunset though stormy weather cloud conditions over the Irish Sea, seen from the slopes of Mynydd Mawr mountain in Snowdonia
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  • Crepuscular rays over the dark mountains of the Llyn Peninsula in North Wales
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  • Dark sunset over the Irish Sea, obscured by layer after layer of swirling, bitter cloud. The red burn on the horizon was subdued by vapour in the air.
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  • Waves at Porth Ceiriad near Abersoch, Llyn Peninsula, North Wales.  West Anglesey at dusk. Gentle waves on a long sandy look soft because of motion blur.
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  • Tiny drops of sunshine torch-light the dark rolling hills of North Wales' Lleyn Peninsula, and in the middle distance lie the sites of several iron age hill forts.
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  • Shot from the side of a Welsh mountain, the sunbursts illuminating an otherwise shadowy Irish Sea was far more vivid and spectacular than from sea level.
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  • Waves on an incoming tide in bad weather at Porth Iago on the Llyn Peninsula, North West Wales.
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  • Wonderful rich colours in a derelict old barn near the tip of the rural Llyn Peninsula
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  • High, dramatic headlands at the tip of the Llyn Peninsula. The Irish Sea and Bardsey Sound lies just beyond.
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  • One of several small cottages dotted along the vast hillsides on the tip of the Llyn Peninsula.
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  • Almost the end of the Pilgrim's journey, the short but treacherous Bardsey sound seperates mainland Wales from the spiritual fulfillment found on Ynys Enlli (Bardsey Island)
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  • At Trwyn Maen Melyn, almost the end of the Pilgrim's journey, the short but treacherous Bardsey sound seperates mainland Wales from the spiritual fulfillment found on Ynys Enlli (Bardsey Island)
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  • Almost the end of the Pilgrim's journey, the short but treacherous Bardsey sound separates mainland Wales from the spiritual fulfillment found on Ynys Enlli (Bardsey Island)
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  • Almost the end of the Pilgrim's journey, the short but treacherous Bardsey sound seperates mainland Wales from the spiritual fulfillment found on Ynys Enlli (Bardsey Island)
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  • "In a way, this was ALL about the sea, the waves and movement, the sky played the role of illuminator only. I became transfixed by the recurring rhythms which occur where waves meet shore.<br />
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At first there is the obvious repetition of waves reaching the shore and dumping their energy. Then there is the apparent chaos of individual waves, which never form the same shapes, height or angle. But then, especially when using a slightly slower shutter speed on the camera, it’s possible to clarify just how much underlying consistency of rhythm there is below the choppy surface, influenced by the shape of the beach in relation to the speed and direction of the waves.<br />
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Although large sweeps of watery sheets seem to slide at all angles over the shore, certain strong lines of confluence emerge, where bodies of water meet bodies of water and the energy is consistently channelled in one direction, like standing waves. On what had been a solitary, dreary afternoon of being out just for fresh air, I had become extremely excited by my heightened awareness of rhythm within chaos, and I may now be able to use that to create perspective in everyday life!"
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  • Sunset and clouds over Garn For and Yr Eifl, mountains on the Llyn Peninsula, North Wales. Surf rolls in over the vast shallow beach of Dinas Dinlle in the foreground
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  • I'd headed for Dinas Dinlle simply because I thought my Mum & Dad might be going there, but the car park was empty. I geared up and sat for a short while looking at the amazing sight before me, the salt spray covering the windscreen and the van being rocked by the gales, almost 100 mph they said today in the UK. Jeremy Vine was on the radio chatting with those trapped by the gales, but the sunlight here was intesne and positive, the wind fely like a heart beat and pull of the outdoors was greater than the force used to seal the van door closed. ..As I sat there, a small black car turned up, and there was my Dad, smiling at me through the front window, Mum waving at me lovingly fron the passenger seat. Dad and I went for a walk together whilst Mum sheltered in the car. I was intent on taking pictures, and my Dad was doing his best to be close but not too close. I watched him as he huddled over the debris washed up on the high tide mark, beachcoming like he'd always done with us as kids, and I felt very very sad. My Dad is getting older, mid 70s now, and he struggles more with things he'd once have taken in his stride...He said he was going to head back to have a coffee with Mum, and I said I'd take a few more shots then join them, but as I watched his slightly unstable retreat back towards the car, blown sideways by the wind, I couldn't take any more images, and I made my way back to join them. The cafe was shut. They made their way home whilst I stayed for the last of the light on this stormy beach. It was a day where I was being torn apart, emotionally, physically and spiritually. ..I called in on them on the way home, and chatted for hours. It's funny isn't it, that even the most stunning things on the planet, pale into significance when you consider real love, and real loss.
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  • Farm and lane within rolling farmland and fields of sheep on the Llyn Peninsula at this most Westerly tip of North Wales.
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  • Farm and lane within rolling farmland and fields of sheep on the Llyn Peninsula at this most Westerly tip of North Wales.
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  • View from Carn Fadryn an Iron Age settlement on the highest point of the Llyn Peninsula at the tip of North West Wales. The Irish Sea can be seen surrounding this narrow, rural, farmland peninsula.
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  • Farm and lane within rolling farmland and fields of sheep on the Llyn (Lleyn) Peninsula at this most Westerly tip of North Wales.
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  • Amongst old field patterns on these ancient Welsh hills of the Llyn Peninsula in North Wales, lie even older patterns, of hut circles not easily visible from ground level. This hill is Moel Pen Llechog but all the hills around here were heavily populated (comparatively) byt ancient tribes from Bronze Age to Iron Age and even medieval times.
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  • Amongst old field patterns on these ancient Welsh hills of the Llyn Peninsula in North Wales, lie even older patterns, of hut circles not easily visible from ground level. This hill is Moel Pen Llechog but all the hills around here were heavily populated (comparatively) byt ancient tribes from Bronze Age to Iron Age and even medieval times.
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  • Two Welsh Blacks contrast sharply against the lush green of the Welsh hillside, whilst a huge white cow disguises itself as a large fluffy sheep to access their pasture :-)
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  • Hills of the Llyn Peninsula
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  • From my book<br />
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"Nant Gwrtheyrn - Y Swyngyfaredd (The Enchantment)" available here on my website<br />
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The deserted valley and quarrying village of Nant Gwrtheyrn, North Wales. Now restored as a Welsh language & conference centre.
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  • An historic Welsh Chapel nestling into a dark Welsh mountainside faces the Irish Sea. Twilight clouds race past as reflections in the new glass vestibule, designed to allow visitors to stand in warmth and comfort from the Chapel, whilst watching the sea and the weather change in front of them.
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  • On these exposed Welsh hillsides once existed a large granite quarry, blasting rock form various levels to ship to Liverpool. Nowadays the quarry is long gone, the hills are quiet, but amongst the long lush grassy hillsides you come across hundreds of old remains of the industry which once existed here, providing employment and indeed a community for the quarrymen and their families.
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  • Dusk in the West, at Aberdesach on the Northern edge of the Llyn Peninsula in North Wales, facing out to the Irish Sea. The mountains of Gyrn Goch, Yr Eifl and Garn For are in the background. <br />
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Clouds built over the horizon but in the last of the sun they looked beautifully dramatic, textural and crisp. In fact there was so much texture in front of me that it was hard to find the minimalist simplicity I've been drawn to recently. For maybe ten minutes the world turned pink, the hue washed over the sky and infused in the gentle waves, even the wet sand threw it back skyward. I stood in the sea, in my walking boots, wave after wave lapping at my shins but amazingly my feet stayed as warm as the sunset colours. I studied the waves smoothing and cleansing the beach before me, back to perfection.
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  • No A1 prints left. A2 and smaller only<br />
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"Clouds built over the horizon but in the last of the sun they looked beautifully dramatic, textural and crisp. In fact there was so much texture in front of me that it was hard to find the minimalist simplicity I've been drawn to recently. For maybe ten minutes the world turned pink, the hue washed over the sky and infused in the gentle waves, even the wet sand threw it back skyward. I stood in the sea, in my walking boots, wave after wave lapping at my shins but amazingly my feet stayed as warm as the sunset colours. I studied the waves smoothing and cleansing the beach before me, back to perfection.<br />
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The expanse of Llanddwyn beach and the peak of Holyhead Mountain can be seen in the background"
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  • Clouds built over the horizon but in the last of the sun they looked beautifully dramatic, textural and crisp. In fact there was so much texture in front of me that it was hard to find the minimalist simplicity I've been drawn to recently. For maybe ten minutes the world turned pink, the hue washed over the sky and infused in the gentle waves, even the wet sand threw it back skyward. I stood in the sea, in my walking boots, wave after wave lapping at my shins but amazingly my feet stayed as warm as the sunset colours. I studied the waves smoothing and cleansing the beach before me, back to perfection.
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  • Clouds built over the horizon but in the last of the sun they looked beautifully dramatic, textural and crisp. In fact there was so much texture in front of me that it was hard to find the minimalist simplicity I've been drawn to recently. For maybe ten minutes the world turned pink, the hue washed over the sky and infused in the gentle waves, even the wet sand threw it back skyward. I stood in the sea, in my walking boots, wave after wave lapping at my shins but amazingly my feet stayed as warm as the sunset colours. I studied the waves smoothing and cleansing the beach before me, back to perfection.
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  • Dusk in the West, at Aberdesach on the Northern edge of the Llyn Peninsula in North Wales, facing out to the Irish Sea. The mountains of Gyrn Goch, Yr Eifl and Garn For are in the background.
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  • Sunset over Aberdesach beach at low tide, on the Northern edge of the Llyn Peninsula in North Wales, revealing rock pools in the wide beach. The mountains of Gyrn Goch, Yr Eifl and Garn For are in the background.
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  • Steep shingle and boulder beach at Aberdesach on the Northern edge of the Llyn Peninsula in North Wales. The mountains of Gyrn Goch, Yr Eifl and Garn For are in the background.
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  • Nominee in 14th (2021) International Colour Awards (Abstract category)<br />
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One of 3 of my winning entries in the 2012 AOP OPEN Awards<br />
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A beautifully soft and rounded mountain landscape, grass-covered and sensual. Amidst this gently blowing softness, hard, prominent man-made walls graphically divided the landscape. There was warmth today, not to the bare human skin but to the heart and soul.
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  • Low tide at Porth Neigwl on the Llyn Peninsula, North Wales.
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  • Life grows in the graveyard at Aberdaron. The graves all face out to the Irish Sea, the prevailing winds and the sunsets. If spirits really do exist, than I can think of no finer place to rest, a harbour where many pilgrims have rested on their way to the final destination, the small Celtic Island of Ynys Enlli.
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  • Life grows in the graveyard at Aberdaron. The graves all face out to the Irish Sea, the prevailing winds and the sunsets. If spirits really do exist, than I can think of no finer place to rest, a harbour where many pilgrims have rested on their way to the final destination, the small Celtic island of Ynys Enlli.
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  • The last stretch of dangerous water before the Pilgrims would have reached their destination, the remote but beautifully stark island of Ynys Enlli in North Wales
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  • The last stretch of dangerous water before the Pilgrims would have reached their destination, the remote but beautifully stark island of Ynys Enlli in North Wales
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  • 3 Edition A1 - 5 Edition A2<br />
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Crisp afternoon sunlight spills across remnants of ancient stones in a lost valley. This valley and escarpment was once home to a thriving quarrying community, and long before that a handful of fishing folk, and long, LONG before that, it was home of exiled Brythonic leader Vortigern, who betrayed Britain to the Saxons.
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  • A thin strip of bright sunlight illuminates the Irish Sea in otherwise ominous heavy weather at Caernarfon Bay, on the Northern coast of the Llyn Peninsula. The distinctive three peaks of Yr Eifl, Tre'r Ceiri, Garn Ganol and Garn For can be seen under the dark clouds.
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  • Intense sunshine and dramatic clouds and shadows over Bardsey Sound, the last stretch of treacherous water before the Pilgrims would have reached their destination, the remote but beautifully stark island of Ynys Enlli (Bardsey Island) at the most Westerly tip of the Llyn Peninsula, North Wales
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  • After a day in thick hill-fog, we slowly made our way to lower slopes and then we could see under and through the fog beyond. Everything was awesome and backlit by the burning ball which had been hiding all day. In this shot you can not only see the orb of the sun but also a large Raven circling overhead. © Glyn Davies 2010 - All rights reserved.
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  • After a day in thick hill-fog, we slowly made our way to lower slopes and then we could see under and through the fog beyond. Everything was awesome and backlit by the burning ball which had been hiding all day. In this shot you can not only see the full orb of the sun but also the distant headlands jutting out into the Irish Sea, backlit by foggy sunshine, sheer magic. So spectacular and like something out of a Sci-Fi film © Glyn Davies 2010 - All rights reserved.
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  • After a day in thick hill-fog, we slowly made our way to lower slopes and then we could see under and through the fog beyond. Everything was awesome and backlit by the burning ball which had been hiding all day. The coast of the Northern Lleyn was clearly sillouetted against the bright sunlit sea, yet everything was still partially softened by the thick cloud. So spectacular and like something out of a Sci-Fi film © Glyn Davies 2010 - All rights reserved.
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  • After a day in thick hill-fog, we slowly made our way to lower slopes and then we could see under and through the fog beyond. Everything was awesome and backlit by the burning ball which had been hiding all day. So spectacular and like something out of a Sci-Fi film © Glyn Davies 2010 - All rights reserved.
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  • From a shoot with the BBC's Weatherman Walking Series with Derek Brockway...I had just finished the last interview, where I relate one of the legends of Nant Gwrtheyrn to Derek, and they then headed off for Porth Dinllaen but I stayed back a while until almost dark, when I shot this dusk image over the Irish Sea. This is a straight shot, no colour adjustments, and a tweak to the contrast. It was stunning, after a very surreal day of swirling hill fog on the top of Tre'r Ceiri and Garn Ganol.
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  • View from the summit of Garn Ganol (Yr Eifl) the highest point on the Llyn Peninsula, looking across the rural farmland through low lying clouds and hill fog  in showery weather
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  • From a shoot alongside the BBC's 'Weatherman Walking' series with Derek Brockway. I was acting as guide for the walk because of my book about the location.<br />
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We had just come up from Tre'r onto the summit of Garn Ganol. The hill fog had been very thick, swirling in a clammy wet blanket about us which was very atmospheric but also blocked all the views. Here however, the cloud suddenly parted and revealed beautiful patches of sunlit Llyn Landscape. Even the cameramen were ecstatic about the weather phenomenon before us - stunning.
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  • ".............we located the footpath and headed for the crag and a hut circle. Sadly, neither the intense evening sunlight nor the hut circle made an appearance, but just the walk up through thick heather to the fantastic shaped rocks made the jaunt worthwhile anyway. On the far side of the crag the land plummets steeply down a soft grass and heather covered hillside to the rocks below........." An old barn remains 'just' standing, patched and re-patched over the years. The signs of modern man, the telegraph poles and the wire fencing remind us that the past and present are always linked and often integral.
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  • ".............I wandered at a slow pace along the water's edge, fascinated by the shifting arrangements of clouds, waves, wet sand and reflections. I loved the balancing act between wave forms, sand patterns and racing cumuli.  A little lady in green wellies marched ahead of me for most of the walk, fortunately leaving only evaporating footprints in the saturated sand. By the time I had reached the arch and a small cove within a beach, the little lady had finished her stroll, turned on her heels and disappeared back in the direction of the sheltered village, leaving me alone to enjoy the unspoilt beach.......'
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  • I’ve found it fascinating, the small colonies of limpets clinging to the smooth boulder surface, awaiting the next battering from the open Irish Sea, yet they seem resolute, at one with the stone, protected by it, security against all odds. The parallel with the Island of 20,000 saints, Ynys Enlli, in the far right distance, was to me quite profound
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  • Although the image depicts a sunny and spectacularly dramatic landscape, you can see, brooding offshore, very heavy weather conditions. In strong westerly and northerly gales, the tiny village of Y Nant is remarkably vulnerable to harsh weather, sitting as it does on the most seaward edge of this wide coastal valley. Enjoy the warmth of summer, for in winter it is a different story
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  • When viewed from a distance, in this case from the quarries of Carreg y Llam, the village of Y Nant sits quite high above the beach on a raised terrace which is actually the valley floor. Despite my comments about ‘A Valley Exposed’, this raised terrace offers relative safety from powerful winter seas and can afford reasonable shelter from cold north-easterly winds. In the sun, this valley can also be remarkably warm.
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  • Images of Nant Gwrtheyrn for the book "Y Swyngyfaredd - The Enchantment" and accompanying exhibition at the Wales Millenium Centre.
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  • Years ago, the Iron Age settlers at nearby Tre’r Ceiri enclosed a hill top, using stone walls for their huts and livestock pens. Some 2,000 years later, farmers are still building walls across windswept, wild areas to retain their livestock. In so many ways we have advanced by leaps and bounds, but the basic requirements for farming and the rearing of domesticated animals persist regardless.
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  • It is said that the distinctive breast-shaped hillside of Mynydd Carnguwch is sometimes aptly referred to as Bron y Ferch (The Girl’s Breast). It was over these hillsides, years ago, that men from the village would have had to walk for many miles to fetch supplies from the nearest towns, bringing everything back by hand.
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  • The Iron Age hill-fort of Tre’r Ceiri hugs the nearby hill top, as seen from Yr Eifl, with Harlech and Cardigan Bay in the background.
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  • The impressive waterfall cascades down the cold and shadowy cliffs of Y Graig Ddu, whilst a bitter autumn wind buffets the still-lush pine trees in an intense early-morning sunlight.
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  • In the summer the hillsides were transformed from dull, earthy, bracken-covered slopes into lush, green carpets of grass and ferns. The shallow waters immediately off the shore reflect vivid turquoise, green and blue light- waves from the clear sunlight, creating an incredibly welcoming picture of this normally imposing coastline. After taking this shot, I went for a refreshing swim in the crystal-clear waters, and if had not been for the slightly cool sea temperature, I could have been abroad!.
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  • As the clouds played in the sky, patches of sunlight scuttled across the windblown landscape, but the summit of Yr Eifl remained dark and cold-looking throughout.
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