It was a whim, a sudden urge at 9pm to drive to the west coast, when I could have just stayed at home with a gin. The late evening sunshine was already being curtained by dark clouds approaching from the horizon. A week before l'd been snorkelling here, fascinated by the sea creatures in narrow gullies of serrated rock. Tonight was different, no sunny warmth, no dancing sunbeams in the watery depths - just me and the church on a stony island.
Beneath thickening clouds the sea was coming in rapidly, surging its way into the rocky shoreline crevices. I set off for the church across the small bay and noticed The path-marking boulders leading across the sharp causeway to the 13th century Anglican Church became more pronounced as the crystal clear water lapped around them. The gentlest pinks of an obscured sunset brushed the sky and washed into the ocean but soon the pink turned to blue, and then black”
The 13th Century, Anglican, Eglwys Cwyfan (St Cwyfan's Church), not far from the small village of Aberffraw on Anglesey's West coast, at one time stood on the mainland coast but over the years, the sea has eroded the surrounding land leaving it stranded on it's own little island. Services are still occasionally held here but times are tide dependent.