"Early Morning Smoke" Menai Bridge

Surprisingly, with the beautiful Telford’s Suspension Bridge carrying dozens of morning commuters’ vehicles every minute, there was a peaceful serenity down here at the water's edge. I stood on the gritty shoreline and watched as the calm water silently rose up my boots towards my ankles, visible, discernible a creeping cleansing of everything in its path.

Oystercatchers called from a nearby drowning mud flat after being disturbed from their slumber in the warm morning sunshine. I could hear the sound of the tide as it surged past the huge arches stood steadfast in the Menai Strait.

Intermittent puffs of smoke rose from the old waterside cottage, its timber panels faintly creaking as they warmed. No one appeared at the windows and no one could be seen walking the bridge and even the dog walkers of the Belgian Prom seemed absent. There was a sense of tranquillity in this normally busy spot.

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Surprisingly, with the beautiful Telford’s Suspension Bridge carrying dozens of morning commuters’ vehicles every minute, there was a peaceful serenity down here at the water's edge. I stood on the gritty shoreline and watched as the calm water silently rose up my boots towards my ankles, visible, discernible a creeping cleansing of everything in its path. <br />
<br />
Oystercatchers called from a nearby drowning mud flat after being disturbed from their slumber in the warm morning sunshine. I could hear the sound of the tide as it surged past the huge arches stood steadfast in the Menai Strait. <br />
<br />
Intermittent puffs of smoke rose from the old waterside cottage, its timber panels faintly creaking as they warmed. No one appeared at the windows and no one could be seen walking the bridge and even the dog walkers of the Belgian Prom seemed absent. There was a sense of tranquillity in this normally busy spot.