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  • In the distance a thousand terns screech over the Skerries Lighthouse, but standing here on a headland above a dark cove there was nothing but silence, well apart from the delicate lapping of almost imperceptible waves on the shore, and the breath of two dolphins gracefully hunting for fish n the tranquil waters. There was a soul around, perfect solitude.
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  • UK; British Isles; Wales; Anglesey; Ynys Mon; Church Bay; Porth Swtan; Irish Sea; sea; water; sunset; shore; shoreline; boulders; dusk; tranquil; evening; Coast; coastline; tide; Holyhead, Holyhead Mountain,
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  • Mirror like lake surface at sunset at Llyn Alaw in North Anglesey.
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  • Boat wreck exposed at low tide in a moody sunset, near Church Bay (Porth Swtan) North Anglesey. Holyhead mountain is the large hill in the background, situated on Holy Island.
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  • Dramatic large cumulonimbus clouds increased over lush rolling hillsides and farmland, whilst the ancient stepping stones navigate the walker across the wide gap of the Afon Braint River near Newborough on West Anglesey. The hills of Snowdonia can just be seen in the distance,
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  • A crystal clear, calm lake, Llyn Cwm Bychan,  sits beneath the Rhinogydd hills, from where the Roman Steps lead up over a col, and down into the valleys beyond. It is thought however that the 'Roman' steps may be more of a Drover's Path than Roman thoroughfare?
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  • 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.
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  • A full sun, semi obscured by a blanket of cloud. Crepuscular rays burst over the trawler in Holyhead Harbour, with the mass of Holyhead Mountain losing it's summit to the low cloud base.
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  • Looking at the eroded mountains of the Llyn Peninsula in the background; watching the tide gently advance over the slabs of tilted rock; studying the two Oystercatchers enjoying the evening warmth; marvelling at the rich yellow lichen growing in the clean air; I couldn’t help but ponder about the purpose of human life. Without us, there would be so much less damage to the planet, no evil, no unnecessary violence, no exploitation of what the planet provides - I just reason that everything would be in order, that the earth would be in balance not plunging into darkness.
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  • The pointed peak of Pen yr Ole Wen, the first peak of the Carneddau range in Snowdonia, in evening sunlight, reflected in a slow moving, dark, river pool, flowing out of Cwm Idwal hanging valley down to the Ogwen Falls and the Nant Ffrancon pass .
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  • Alone on a deserted beach - paradise. Thank God there still remain places here on this small Isle of Anglesey where you can escape the crowds and be at peace. The tide was dropping, sucking water out of the sand bar and with it the light reflections. A central core of light pulled me into the water, into the deep and into happiness.
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  • Night time fog swirls in from the Irish Sea and up the Menai Strait, enveloping the Menai Suspension Bridge (Welsh: Pont Grog y Borth) which is a stone built Victorian suspension bridge between the island of Anglesey and Bangor and mainland of Wales. The 100ft high bridge was designed by Thomas Telford and completed in 1826.
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  • Available in four sizes from 3 x A1 Editions, 5 x A2 Editions and unlimted A3 and A4 prints.
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  • A small flock of birds was the only noticeable movement in this whole scene, where the Cymyran Strait passes through the tiny village of Four Mile Bridge. I've literally never seen it this mirror-calm before, and I was SO awed by it that I screeched to a halt on the far side of the bridge and came back to photograph this amazing view. I got chatting to Janet, a retired surgical nurse who lives just a few hundred feet away from this, as she also stood mesmerised by the view. She said she'd been living there for many years and like me, had never seen it just SO perfectly calm, where usually the movement of the tide at least creates some currents and ripples.
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  • An early morning riverside walk alongside the Severn in Shrewsbury. The air was chilly from the Northerly wind but the sunshine did it's best to spread its warmth and brilliance over this green urban landscape. Birds called to each other and the willows rustled in the breeze. I've always loved strips of nature in urban areas and this river meander almost completely surrounds this ancient town with lush green watery landscape.
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  • An early morning riverside walk alongside the Severn in Shrewsbury. The air was chilly from the Northerly wind but the sunshine did it's best to spread its warmth and brilliance over this green urban landscape. Birds called to each other and the willows rustled in the breeze. I've always loved strips of nature in urban areas and this river meander almost completely surrounds this ancient town with lush green watery landscape.
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  • Boat wreck exposed at low tide in a moody sunset, near Church Bay (Porth Swtan) North Anglesey. Holyhead mountain is the large hill in the background, situated on Holy Island.
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  • Although it looks like a beautiful Summer’s evening, this picture was taken one February and five minutes after this scene, a thick, heavy and freezing fog swirled in from the sea and I could hardly see in front of me.   The upside to winter photography is that you have the beach to yourself; undisturbed sand and the chance to immerse yourself in the sensory joys of simply ‘being’ and becoming enraptured by the drama of nature.
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  • Large Cumulus clouds in afternoon sunlight reflect in the mirror calm waters of Llyn y Cwn lake on the sunlit col between Glyder Fawr an Y Garn, Snowdonia, North Wales
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  • Snowdonia is an area of vivid glaciation and here at Cwm Idwal, a high hanging valley / cwm / corrie the signs are crystal clear, looking at the lake of Llyn Idwal, hanging above the Llyn Ogwen lake, before yet another another rock step and huge waterfall, to the valley below. Here we see the peak of Y Garn in the background.
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  • Bangor Pier looms through the early morning fog over the Menai Strait on Easter Day 2015.
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  • Bangor Pier looms through the early morning fog over the Menai Strait on Easter Day 2015.
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  • Menai Suspension Bridge (Welsh: Pont Grog y Borth) is a stone built Victorian suspension bridge between the island of Anglesey and Bangor and mainland of Wales. The 100ft high bridge was designed by Thomas Telford and completed in 1826.
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  • I looked around because I could hear people talking but there was no one there. I moved across the beach shooting a couple of frames of the boulders and the voices were getting louder. I was expecting to see a small group of people appearing in the valley at any moment to ruin my peace.<br />
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The people never did appear, not because they had diverted or turned back, but because they never existed. As I drew closer to the left hand side of the beach the talkers revealed themselves. A fast flowing stream was carving it's way down the beach and some small boulders were caught in a white water trap, endlessly rolling round and round, air trapping, gurgling currents holding the stones in deep flowing conversation.
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  • The stone circle of standing stones is called "Druid's Circle' and sits high o the hill tops above the town of Penmaenmawr.
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  • A dense reed bed behind the beach at Llugwy, East Anglesey, at dusk
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  • An early morning riverside walk alongside the Severn in Shrewsbury. The air was chilly from the Northerly wind but the sunshine did it's best to spread its warmth and brilliance over this green urban landscape. Birds called to each other and the willows rustled in the breeze. I've always loved strips of nature in urban areas and this river meander almost completely surrounds this ancient town with lush green watery landscape.
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  • 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.
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  • Bangor Pier looms through the early morning fog over the Menai Strait on Easter Day 2015.
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  • An eary morning mist over the tidal Menai Strait, shrouding the idyllic church and graveyard of St Tysilio Island, Anglesey. Menai Suspension Bridge (Welsh: Pont Grog y Borth) is a stone built Victorian suspension bridge between the island of Anglesey and Bangor and mainland of Wales. The 100ft high bridge was designed by Thomas Telford and completed in 1826. It stands proud of the small church island
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  • "......The sea had now covered much more of the beach, and some previously isolated colourful boulders were now being licked by the gentle ripples. I looked around because I could hear people talking but there was no one there. I moved across the beach shooting a couple of frames of the boulders and the voices were getting louder. I was expecting to see a small group of people appearing in the valley at any moment to ruin my peace....."
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  • Dramatic large cumulonimbus clouds increased over lush rolling hillsides and farmland, whilst the ancient stepping stones navigate the walker across the wide gap of the Afon Braint River near Newborough on West Anglesey. The hills of Snowdonia can just be seen in the distance, <br />
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Sneezing, coughing and nose blowing, I left the van and with eyes as blurred as looking through milk bottle bases I arrived at these ancient stepping stones. I had enough sense to plan for the tide this time as I wanted to see the stones surrounded by high water unlike my previous shot "Out of Sadness Came Forth Joy". A VERY different story today, and although I was feeling below par, the light was absolutely beautiful, sharp, crisp and intense. The skies were dramatic and the clouds voluptuous and swelling. I took great delight in jumping the stones across the deep blue water, just for the sheer hell of it. The surrounding water was incredibly calm and reflective with just the smallest signs that actually the tide was flooding
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  • Dramatic large cumulonimbus clouds increased over lush rolling hillsides and farmland, whilst the ancient stepping stones navigate the walker across the wide gap of the Afon Braint River near Newborough on West Anglesey. The hills of Snowdonia canbe seen in the distance, and on the wall straight ahead sits a cock pheasant, creating an almost perfect traditional British countryside scene.
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  • This beautiful lake sitting high up in Cwmffynnon in the Carneddau mountains of Snowdonia, North Wales, looks totally natural, but has in fact had a small dam added and is now a reservoir, serviced by a narrow access lane up the hillside.
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  • These huge, ancient mountains offer some opportunity for spiritual nourishment from nature & landscape, but almost without exception it's near impossible to find real peace & tranquility here, from high planes and wasp-like drones; the scream of motorbikes racing up the mountain passes; even just outdoor adventurers, chatting, laughing, shouting and calling to each other, to the endless background hum of cars winding their way around the valley lanes.  <br />
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So during lockdown it was an incredible treat, a unique lifetime experience to find myself utterly alone in this magnificent landscape. No planes in the sky, not one vehicle on the road, empty lay-bys and no other sound of human voices. What I did hear, vividly & acutely, were the sounds of the wind in the trees & grasses, the chirping of birds and the trickling of water in tiny brooks. I've rarely felt as close to being at one with the planet. There are few things I will miss about lockdown, but the privilege of finding true solitude in normally busier landscapes, is definitely one of them.
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  • This beautiful lake sitting high up in Cwmffynnon in the Carneddau mountains of Snowdonia, North Wales, looks totally natural, but has in fact had a small dam added and is now a reservoir, serviced by a narrow access lane up the hillside.
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  • Clinging to the edge of a cold mountain slope, stand the remains of a once thriving but dangerous slate quarrying industry. Tonight though, it was quiet, calm and tranquil, only the gentlest of winds blowing up the valley. Apart from the sound of ravens it seems a huge change from what once was. Even the train was silent in the thick winter snow.<br />
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UNESCO World Heritage Site
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  • Amazing how deceptive a photograph can be. This could have been a warm summers evening at a gorgeous tranquil stretch of Ynys Mon coast. The reality was a biting cold Northerly wind and numb fingers, during a very short-lived sunset and one you'd never even see in the summer, because it's just not the way the stars roll :-)
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  • Nothing like the forecast, which was for heavy cloud & the chance of a shower. When I arrived at Gallows Point Beaumaris was shining in the early morning sunshine and there was a wonderful calm throughout the view. The air was a chilly 7.8º but where the sun fell upon your skin there was a luxurious warm feeling ... until you step into the sea which felt decidedly chilly at 11.3º. <br />
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I towed my pro camera gear behind me but the light clouds that had been forming some wonderful shapes in the sky, cleared rapidly leaving mostly a rich blue universe above. Absolutely gorgeous to swim under but not quite the photo opportunity I'd hoped for. Nevertheless, I took a couple of simple non-art images, of which this is one, just to show the tranquil beauty of it all, so I hope you enjoy it anyway.
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  • A lovely post night-shift walk on Llanddwyn Beach one evening. Beautiful light and no wind meant it was so tranquil.
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  • Just the strangest early morning cloud formations over a tranquil Menai Strait at high tide. Above the darkness of the shadowed hillsides, clouds slowly changed shape and size,creating an incredible if slightly surreal skyscape. <br />
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It was like watching a vast charcoal drawing in the making by invisible hands.
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  • I was intrigued that no matter how ‘modern’ the human race has become, how supposedly civilised, advanced and intellectual, some basic human essentials remain, breathing, eating, making love and giving birth, indeed perhaps really, the main reason any of us exist. <br />
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It therefore seemed apt that this heavily pregnant woman lay as naked as the day she was born, giving birth, her breasts and belly echoing the shapes of the hills surrounding her, and water, the natural element so essential to all of life, calm and tranquil in front of her. <br />
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“The Birthing Pool” is the ideal, a visual depiction of how we truly start life, but stripped of the trappings of modern culture. A genuinely natural beginning, at one with nature, a nature that so many try to isolate themselves from, the moment they become self aware, more’s the pity.
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  • An incredibly tranquil evening near Beaumaris, with winter sun forming a beautifully coloured backdrop over the far West of the Menai Strait. The colours were warm but the air, bitter cold.
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  • Nothing like the forecast, which was for heavy cloud & the chance of a shower. When I arrived at Gallows Point Beaumaris was shining in the early morning sunshine and there was a wonderful calm throughout the view. The air was a chilly 7.8º but where the sun fell upon your skin there was a luxurious warm feeling ... until you step into the sea which felt decidedly chilly at 11.3º. <br />
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I towed my pro camera gear behind me but the light clouds that had been forming some wonderful shapes in the sky, cleared rapidly leaving mostly a rich blue universe above. Absolutely gorgeous to swim under but not quite the photo opportunity I'd hoped for. Nevertheless, I took a couple of simple non-art images, of which this is one, just to show the tranquil beauty of it all, so I hope you enjoy it anyway.
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  • Nominated in 2022 International Colour Awards<br />
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It was one of those dreary days in North Wales; the clouds hadn't lifted once and light drizzle dampened you from every angle. I happened upon this mountain lake where a father & son (I think from listening to them) were fly fishing from their little boat. I stood in silence in this tranquil Welsh scene, mesmerised by their action of casting lines out over the surface, a skill indeed. After a short while I found myself smiling though, as just beyond the ripples of movement from the boat and beyond the furthest reach of their bait, I noticed several large fish safely jumping for midges. Clever Welsh fish.
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  • Peaceful evening at Llyn Alaw as the sun sets over this tranquil lake
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  • Beaumaris in Winter, on an early morning, tranquil, quiet, beautiful, COLD!
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  • An incredibly tranquil evening near Beaumaris, with winter sun forming a beautifully coloured backdrop over the far West of the Menai Strait. The colours were warm but the air, bitter cold.
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  • An incredibly tranquil evening near Beaumaris, with winter sun forming a beautifully coloured backdrop over the far West of the Menai Strait. Such perfection, such biting cold.
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  • Just the most incredibly tranquil scene where the Cymyran Strait passes through the tiny village of Four Mile Bridge.<br />
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The colourful handful of mooring buoys looked as if they were floating in the sky, to be navigated by aircraft. <br />
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I've literally never seen it this mirror-calm before, and I was SO awed by it that I screeched to a halt on the far side of the bridge and came back to photograph this amazing view. I got chatting to Janet, a retired surgical nurse who lives just a few hundred feet away from this, as she also stood mesmerised by the view. She said she'd been living there for many years and like me, had never seen it just SO perfectly calm, where usually the movement of the tide at least creates some currents and ripples.
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  • A really calm evening at Llanddwyn on an Autumn evening, hardly a soul around, amazingly so.
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  • I have to be honest, I normally steer well clear of Trearddur, normally populated by hundreds of beachgoers, jet-skis, power boats, 4x4s on the sand, boat trailers and sailing dinghies. The small bay is surrounded on all sides by a hotchpotch of architecture, some interesting, some ghastly, but either way is not a place of peace, tranquility and natural landscape that I normally seek for my imagery.<br />
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However, during this lockdown I was able to witness a little bit of history, for even on this beautiful blue-sky day there were only a dozen people on the whole beach, and most kept close to the promenade. For the short period of time I was there, looking to create new images for a loyal customer, I had a small sense of how lovely the bay itself actually is, without the crowds. Long foamy pulses of Irish Sea waves pushed themselves up the broad sandy shore, licking their way around the stumps of petrified forest that I'd never seen before and never knew existed.<br />
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In the distance a dog walker wandered into the burning light and the call of oystercatchers could be heard over the sound of the waves. The virgin sand was mostly unspoiled by footprints and if it were not for the urban skyline I could have imagined myself on an ancient beach, nothing more than a stretch of coastline where the beautiful predictability of high & low tide were all that mattered in the world.
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  • I have to be honest, I normally steer well clear of Trearddur, normally populated by hundreds of beachgoers, jet-skis, power boats, 4x4s on the sand, boat trailers and sailing dinghies. The small bay is surrounded on all sides by a hotchpotch of architecture, some interesting, some ghastly, but either way is not a place of peace, tranquility and natural landscape that I normally seek for my imagery.  <br />
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However, during this lockdown I was able to witness a little bit of history, for even on this beautiful blue-sky day there were only a dozen people on the whole beach, and most kept close to the promenade. For the short period of time I was there, looking to create new images for a loyal customer, I had a small sense of how lovely the bay itself actually is, without the crowds. Long foamy pulses of Irish Sea waves pushed themselves up the broad sandy shore, licking their way around the stumps of petrified forest that I'd never seen before and never knew existed.<br />
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 In the distance a dog walker wandered into the burning light and the call of oystercatchers could be heard over the sound of the waves. The virgin sand was mostly unspoiled by footprints and if it were not for the urban skyline I could have imagined myself on an ancient beach, nothing more than a stretch of coastline where the beautiful predictability of high & low tide were all that mattered in the world.
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  • A last minute decision to head for the North Anglesey coast didn't deliver quite the drama that I'd hoped for, or the waves. Nevertheless the gentle, moody, subtle light and smooth, delicate ripples on the ocean offered some wonderful opportunities nevertheless. I wore my wetsuit whilst taking these images but after half an hour of near zero physical activity in the sea, waiting for the sunset, the chill set in as soon as the sun sank over the horizon.
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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 />
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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 />
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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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  • Just before sunset, but in the shadow of the shoreline crags, a powerful repeating surge created an eerie disturbance in what was otherwise a calm sea. Looking out, I could meditate over the tranquillity of the scene, but when I looked down, the water was rising and falling in deep crevices, occasionally rising so high that it covered my boots, but then dropping maybe five feet down slippery slopes into the darkness.
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  • A pandemic-induced re-wilding, at least in terms of peace, tranquility and a lushening landscape. Footpaths have healed and the sounds of nature were now more audible than the usual screaming of motorbikes racing up the pass.  This landscape is heavily influenced by man of course, but a vivid new sense of nature pervades the whole atmosphere of the place now.
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  • I have to be honest, I normally steer well clear of Trearddur, normally populated by hundreds of beachgoers, jet-skis, power boats, 4x4s on the sand, boat trailers and sailing dinghies. The small bay is surrounded on all sides by a hotchpotch of architecture, some interesting, some ghastly, but either way is not a place of peace, tranquility and natural landscape that I normally seek for my imagery.<br />
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However, during this lockdown I was able to witness a little bit of history, for even on this beautiful blue-sky day there were only a dozen people on the whole beach, and most kept close to the promenade. For the short period of time I was there, looking to create new images for a loyal customer, I had a small sense of how lovely the bay itself actually is, without the crowds. Long foamy pulses of Irish Sea waves pushed themselves up the broad sandy shore, licking their way around the stumps of petrified forest that I'd never seen before and never knew existed.<br />
.<br />
In the distance a dog walker wandered into the burning light and the call of oystercatchers could be heard over the sound of the waves. The virgin sand was mostly unspoiled by footprints and if it were not for the urban skyline I could have imagined myself on an ancient beach, nothing more than a stretch of coastline where the beautiful predictability of high & low tide were all that mattered in the world.
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