Very limited access to mobile networks and wi-fi, so a brief holding post for the time being - on Saturday Eddie and I arrived in Penrhos on North Wales' Llyn Peninsula for a week. My brother and his family are staying nearby. More to follow as bandwidth permits. Photos prove good weather (for now at least!)
Below: the road winds on forever - beyond Llithfaen, the hills of the Llyn out on the horizon. It is evening, gone eight pm; the sun is setting over the Irish Sea.
Below: Porth Oer, the whistling sands. Beloved beach on the north coast of the Llyn, the tide retreating. The sea is very cold on the north coast - warmer on the peninsula's south and west-facing beaches, warm enough to swim. But not here, even on a hot day.
Below: the crash of waves, sand between the toes, the ragged, barnacle-covered rocks. At low tide, a second beach becomes accessible, a small sandy cove.
Below: seagulls getting increasingly confident on the presence of humans - a sure sign of breadcrumbs and crisps.
Below: on a training flight, an RAF Lockheed Hercules flies over a yacht race in Cardigan Bay.
Below: looking eastwards across the peninsula, The Rivals to the left, Snowdonia starting to rise on the right.
This time two years ago:
Our flight home delayed by over nine hours
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Majestic photographs...may the sands whistle for you...
Frater Albrights
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