I arrived in thick sea fog, cold, damp, dark and I could hardly see Eglwys Cwyfan, the tiny medieval church sitting on the tiny islet of Cribinau. I walked along the shore, listening to the sound of the surf on the reef beyond, and I saw small groups of Oystercatcher, Plover and Turnstones huddled together at the water’s edge. When I arrived at the rock causeway that at low tide allows access, the fog temporarily parted and sunshine briefly poured over the landscape, such a joyous revelation just when I needed it.
I walked over to the church and enjoyed the views from the far side, and as I crossed back to the beach and turned around, black fog was rolling in over the Irish Sea and with it, rain. I had to jog back to the van as I had no raincoat, just my down jacket. When I reached the van, the church had disappeared.