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  • Lush Spring flowers grow amongst fresh new grass on the tiny island supporting the small church of Eglwys Cwyfan, near Aberffraw, Anglesey, North Wales. Services are still held in this church but are tide dependent.
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  • Coastguard cottages in gentle morning sunlight passing through thick fog at Trwyn Du. These houses are so grand for such a remote and exposed spot. A blackbird hopping along the wall was the only movement in this gentle Spring stillness and it's song the only sound balancing the melancholy 'dong' of the lighthouse bell.
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  • Utterly calm conditions over the Menai Strait, near Beaumaris on a warm Spring morning. The only obvious movement was the flight of waders and seagulls as they swooped over the mirror like surface of the sea. Indeed there was near silence apart from their calls to each other. The enormous limestone headland of the Great Orme almost looked like an island as soft mist obscured the low strip of land that connects it to mainland Wales. <br />
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This was one of those mornings that fills me with positivity, physical warmth and hope for more glorious days in the summer ahead.
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  • Lying on warm grass under clear blue skies you'd think it was Summer, but with cold North Easterlies blowing across the exposed island it felt anything but.
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  • These black, shiny, eroded and smoothed pillow lavas watch the endless earth cycle. The sands shift and shunt and move about endlessly and the wind ruffles surfaces. The sun bakes and the waves smash but still these ancient rocks just take it all in their stride, hardly changing over millennia.
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  • Within tiny worlds, when travel and distance is forbidden, the smallest areas of countryside become your nature oasis, your connection with the future and a reminder of the past. As I stand by the tree, probably twice my age, I know that we are not the planet and the earth isn’t ours.
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  • After weeks of lockdown in South Africa, where we were not even allowed to leave the front gate except to get food, it has been a mental overdose of freedom to do something as simple as a little walk around our local town. We are luckier than some, in that at least we have the Menai Strait nearby, and fields to walk through. It’s liberating and uplifting and what I took for granted in the past now seems mesmerisingly beautiful, even when the light wasn’t perfect like today. Freedom is everything, and anyone who thinks prison is easy because they have TV and a pool table, clearly haven’t been self isolating properly, let alone experienced proper lockdown even in their own homes. No matter how big your TV or how many films you have to watch or books you have to read, when you are told you can't leave your from gate your own home becomes a prison and there suddenly becomes a desperate need to get outside! Prison is a mental killer
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  • The Sprig air was warm and a Westerly breeze blew in from the Irish Sea into this small lush valley. The reeds and grasses swayed heavily towards me creating a whispering sound over the gurgle of the brook beneath.
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  • Looking through trees in early morning sunshine across a sparkly Menai Strait at the tiny island of Ynys Gorad Goch. At high tide the house, a non permanent residence, almost appears to float and is only accessible by boat
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  • Two lambs came running up to us at high speed as we were carrying a drinks bottle. They thought it was THEIR drinks bottle, and were quite put out when we didn't feed them :-)..Available in four sizes from 3 x A1 Editions, 5 x A2 Editions and unlimted A3 and A4 prints.
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  • This became a mad and wild shoot. As I stood, transfixed by the comfort of this pastoral scene, I became aware of bees rushing past my head, along the line of the path. Next minute a huge bee was stuck in my hair and was obviously getting quite annoyed as it's hum got loader and louder! I tried flicking it out but finally had to run to my partner nearby to get her to flick it out. When I finally thought I was going to be stung it suddenly disappeared and everything went quiet again. The gorgeous beauty of the scene in the warmth of the sun on my day off, hid the fact that nature was actually still at work!
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  • Amazing light on Broad Beach, Rhosneigr, West Anglesey, Wales. There is a river that runs from Maelog Lake (Llyn Maelog) cutting through the sand dunes and out onto the open beach, forming numerous tributary streams before finally joining the Irish Sea
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  • Landscape Figures project
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  • Spring Trees in the Gwynant Valley. The wind ws cold from the North but the sun was warm out of the wind.
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  • Fairbourne Railway Bridge over the Mawddach Estuary at Barmouth, mid Wales, in Spring sunlight
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  • A sunlit Spring walk through the Newborough Forest towards the beautiful and dramatic island of Llanddwyn.
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  • Spring trees in evening sunlight in the Nant Gwynant Valley, contrasting against dark shadows on the mountainside of Yr Aran, one of the subsidiary peaks of Snowdon.
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  • A solitary gaff rigged  one-design day-boat on a calm and deserted Irish Sea on a sunny Spring afternoon. See from the rocky limestone cliffs at Rhoscolyn Head, Holy Island, West Anglesey.
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  • One minute the summit of Elidir Fawr was bathed in early Spring sunshine and the next the sky had darkened and freezing vapour engulfed us. However the rapidly swirling clouds formed the most beautiful shapes and the semi obscured sun created a backlit stage of theatrical movement as we drank hot coffee to keep warm.
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  • ....."The tide was .............. high! Not high enough to drown the caves but high enough to eliminate sand patterns. Hmmm. The light at 6.30 ish was surprisingly bright and high in the sky so I didn't even get the contrast and colours I wanted. I decided instead to enjoy the spring warmth, watch the gentle wavelets and observe the rising tide. I wandered as far out around the headland as I could, scrambling over rocks until I found a fantastic cave, with light at the rear! I ducked down and entered the cave. I discovered another tunnel at 45º joining it at the back, effectively forming a giant torch. I was surprised at the both the intensity of the light, but also the warmth of the light when seen in isolation from the rest of the sky and open landscape. It was very theatrical......"
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  • A sunlit Spring walk through the Newborough Forest towards the beautiful and dramatic island of Llanddwyn.
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  • The beach was almost deserted but the 1000s of footprints of man and animal showed the life the beach supported throughout this Spring day. I watched mesmerised as wave after consecutive wave pushed further up the beach, smoothing out the imperfections, eradicating the evidence of human presence, making the sand virginal once more. The rising tide created beautiful calm pools, in which the dramatic sky was perfectly reflected accompanied by the increasing sound of nearing surf at the shoreline
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  • I have always been fascinated by huge stretches of beach, open to the full force of the ocean and prevailing winds, that sense of escape, the distant horizon, the idea of travel and voyage, and also being at the edge of two worlds, the one we survive on and the one we are simply not designed to be in, the sea! The board-walks that sometimes spring up on these beaches have always intrigued me, that facilitation to freedom, the path to stand on the edge of the unknown. I love the way that winter storms often shift beaches and wash away our puny efforts, but I also like the empathy about the need to be on the edge, which for some can only happen through the use of these devices. The hole which has appeared in these huge timbers speaks about this process.
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  • Storm surge from Storm Eunice, combined with high Spring tides, resulted in the Menai Strait flooding the road between Beaumaris & Llangoed on Anglesey with 2-3 ft of seawater. Only the biggest vehicles managed to push through.<br />
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ONLY AVAILABLE as A4 prints
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  • I keep on returning to this magical, enchanted little copse of tangled ancient woodland deep in Snowdonia. It often seems to catch the afternoon & evening light and in the Spring before the trees enter full bloom, the wonderful shapes of trunks & branches are really apparent.
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  • Late Spring flowers, bursting colour through evening sun-lit grass at the far end of Llanddwyn Island on Anglesey.
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  • Absolutely taken aback by the level of flooding in these normally bone dry sand dune valleys. The warm early Spring sunshine was clearly inspiring the skylarks as there were dozens of them, singing their little hearts out. It made me happy thinking about the Summer, and I hope they were as happy as I was.
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  • Spring Trees at the base of the gigantic 300' ancient waterfall of Malham Cove, reach for the last of the evening sunshine whilst rock climbers practice on the shadowy walls of the cliffs behind
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  • Drizzle was blown in with the warm winds off the Atlantic and the Spring beach was devoid of tourists. The gulls however seemed more than happy to have the beach to themselves.
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  • “It’s the season of mist and fog, as remnants of warm air linger throughout autumn and into winter, caressing the cooling, softened landscape. Yet the weather can still be uplifting for those who are aware, for the gentle flow of condensed air carries resonant memories of sunny days, laughter, friends and cold wine. Ahead we look forward to the new life that spring brings and we build powerful and positive dreams for hot days to come and another clothes free summer. <br />
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So winter is neither frightening nor negative, though understandably will be for some poor souls, but in it’s own way it’s a dramatic and wonderful cleansing, wiping the slate clean for the year ahead. For those of us lucky enough to be healthy & able, we should revel in the sensuous conditions of autumn and wrap ourselves in its elemental cloak to truly feel connected to the changing seasons.”
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  • Small crowds gathered to watch Beaumaris Pier nearly submerge during Storm Eunice, caused by a storm surge mixed with spring tides. From the side, it appeared the pier had no supports at all, more like a floating pontoon.
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  • From a lofty hilltop two hundred or more feet above the sea at North Anglesey, we could smell the sea air. Wave crests were breaking into spindrift and salty spray was funnelled up gullies in the cliffs below to fill our lungs with ocean gale.<br />
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The clouds were changing by the second as they raced overhead, casting wonderfully animated shadows of strange figures on the sea below. Apart from the solid headland of Holyhead Mountain in the distance, the only other constant was the brilliant intensity of spring sunshine, shimmering on the millions of waves fetching across the bay. This was real exposure to the elements and from this high up, standing right at the cliff edge, it felt as though we were flying, carried by thermals almost literally lifting us off our feet.<br />
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On the horizon a ferry noses out of Holyhead Harbour, beginning its three hour voyage upon choppy open waters to Southern Ireland seventy three miles away. I'm with my brother who I haven't walked with for many years, but we used to climb together, sail together and drink together; near inseparable until our late twenties. As we continued our cliff-top ramble, both clutching our walking poles and grumbling about the state of our threadbare knee joints, I realised that the only thing as eternal as the movement of wind, waves and tide, was the love between us brothers, all of us brothers. Although our separate lives are racing by faster than we would like, and that we will become just someone else's memories, these beautiful, wild, universal elements will be there for an eternity, bringing similar humbling joy to others in the future.
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  • A tree torn from the ground became a vessel on the ocean, before being left high and dry on a Spring tide. The roots that anchored this living organism, that kept it upright and strong are now just a twisted mass of dead truncated limbs but this once was a thing of great beauty. She lay supine across it’s lifeless trunk, feeling the still coarse bark pressing into her living flesh, creating sensation long after it's death. Her own feet touched the soft grass and she felt the breeze ruffling her long hair. The wood was warm, heated by the same sunshine that bathed her own torso; life and death sharing the same light; the same energy; the same space and with their limbs intertwined, almost the same form.
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  • The rain was relentless, coming down in sheets across the sombre Welsh hillsides, soaking the landscape and everything upon it. I’d just walked for hours on the deserted gale-blown mountaintops, alone but strangely happy in my solitude. The river in the valley was swollen, fed by the downpour but tumbled excitedly towards the sea beyond.<br />
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The steadfast skeletal trees transfixed me. Their bare branches were almost still in the breeze and their water-drop laden twigs stretched out like a delta. These skeletal figures were in a sort of suspended animation, hidden life pulsing through the outstretched limbs but waiting to burst out in the spring, months from now.<br />
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I didn’t really want to leave but my waterproofs were now beginning to fail after almost four hours of penetrating bad weather. I could hear the rain on my jacket hood and tiny beads of water now ran down my skin. It seemed that if I moved I’d ruin the silent connection between me and the trees, but I did, and it didn’t.
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  • A thick Spring sea fog rolled in from the Menai Strait over Beaumaris town and the lush farmland behind. Visibility changed constantly and during a clearer moment I caught a glimpse of these non-phased cattle going about their business as I just stood in awe at this incredible weather phenomenon.
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  • "It was too early in the year for the Skylarks, that take off in haste from #moorland grasses, singing for their lives after being disturbed. On this cold Spring evening, within a natural bed of lush grass, lay resting a delicate, #naked woman. I asked her if she was OK and she said “Yes, it’s surprisingly warm here in my nest, but thank you for asking”. The sun disappeared behind the distant hills, the air cooled dramatically and the woman closed her eyes, and slept"
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  • Sitting on the reef watching an incoming tide, bathed in warm early Spring sunshine, we were filled with hope and optimism for the Summer ahead. We drank hot coffee and ate home made sugared almond cake from a lovely German friend of ours. <br />
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As much as we enjoy the wild drama of the winter light and weather, we both crave the sunshine and warmth and a beach life. This was like an early injection of happiness.
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  • Late Spring weather and ready for summer crops. The Yr Wyddfa (Snowdon) masif can be seen in the background beyond the cold, wind-blown ploughed fields of Ynys Môn
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  • Beaumaris Pier nearly submerged during Storm Eunice, caused by a storm surge mixed with spring tides. From the side, it appeared the pier had no supports at all, more like a floating pontoon.
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  • Dinas Dinlle is a vast beach beyond Caernarfon in Gwynedd North Wales. It is backed by an ancient hill fort which is gradually being eroded away by each high tide. As the tide retreats it leaves a huge expanse of sand, rocks and pools
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