'A Point Of Their Own' Llanddwyn

Llanddwyn car park was heaving. As I headed over the dunes I saw huge numbers of people out for their boxing day walk, most on an ant-like procession to Llanddwyn Island and the famous little lighthouse, but very few indeed on the vast expanse of shore to the left.

I was very fortunate that it was an outgoing tide as otherwise every inch of exposed sand would have been covered in foot and paw prints, but as it was there was acres of pristine virgin sand to photograph.

The wind was cold even though from the South, and apart from the handfuls of ten-second Boxing Day Dippers most people were well wrapped up for winter. The clouds were spectacular and the intermittent light cutting through created a wonderful intensity of colour and illumination. Oystercatchers huddled together on the waters edge, seemingly keener to stay together than hunt for food, but I don't blame them,.

As dusk approached, the crowds started to fade with the light and soon I was almost alone on my stretch of beach. The warm yellows and oranges turned cool to blues, washed with delicate pinks and magenta from the disappearing sun. The wet sand formed a wonderful mirror onto which I saw double the wonder of the evening.

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Llanddwyn car park was heaving. As I headed over the dunes I saw huge numbers of people out for their boxing day walk, most on an ant-like procession to Llanddwyn Island and the famous little lighthouse, but very few indeed on the vast expanse of shore to the left.<br />
<br />
I was very fortunate that it was an outgoing tide as otherwise every inch of exposed sand would have been covered in foot and paw prints, but as it was there was acres of pristine virgin sand to photograph.<br />
<br />
The wind was cold even though from the South, and apart from the handfuls of ten-second Boxing Day Dippers most people were well wrapped up for winter. The clouds were spectacular and the intermittent light cutting through created a wonderful intensity of colour and illumination. Oystercatchers huddled together on the waters edge, seemingly keener to stay together than hunt for food, but I don't blame them,.<br />
<br />
As dusk approached, the crowds started to fade with the light and soon I was almost alone on my stretch of beach. The warm yellows and oranges turned cool to blues, washed with delicate pinks and magenta from the disappearing sun. The wet sand formed a wonderful mirror onto which I saw double the wonder of the evening.