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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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  • Storm waves crash onto the reef just 1 mile West of Land's End, the most South Westerly point of Cornwall and indeed the British Isles. This large and treacherous Longships reef is marked by the 35meter high "Longships Lighthouse" (1795) who's light reaches 15 nautical miles.
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  • Evening sunlight catching the Cornish flag at the stern of the St Mawes Ferry having crossed the Carric Roads in windy wet weather, forming a rainbow of the St Just in Roseland headland. A sailing yacht makes it's way out past Falmouth Docks into Falmouth Bay.
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  • An apparition of the Archangel St Michael is said to have been witnessed by fisherman in 495 & by the 6th century it is thought that the Mount was a thriving religious centre. After the Norman Conquest, the abbey was granted to the Benedictine monks of Mont St Michel in France. The church on the island’s summit was built by the French Abbot, Bernard le Bec, and through the Middle Ages the Mount became a major pilgrimage destination. Four miracles, said to have happened here between 1262 and 1263 would have only added to its religious magnetism. The mount was later seized by Henry Eighth and turned into a royal owned fortress, with it's own garison. The bay was the landing site for the Spanish Armada. From here the first of many beacons were lit to notify mainland England and Sir Francis Drake. The castle and house are now owned by wealthy banker, Lord St Levan.
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  • Low tide at St Michael's Mount. An apparition of Archangel St Michael witnessed by fisherman in 495 led to a monastery being built here. After the Norman Conquest, the abbey was granted to the Benedictine monks of Mont St Michel in France. The mount was eventually seized by Henry V111 & became a royal stronghold. Now owned by Lord St Levan
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  • An apparition of the Archangel St Michael is said to have been witnessed by fisherman in 495 & by the 6th century it is thought that the Mount was a thriving religious centre. After the Norman Conquest, the abbey was granted to the Benedictine monks of Mont St Michel in France. The church on the island’s summit was built by the French Abbot, Bernard le Bec, and through the Middle Ages the Mount became a major pilgrimage destination. Four miracles, said to have happened here between 1262 and 1263 would have only added to its religious magnetism. The mount was later seized by Henry Eighth and turned into a royal owned fortress, with it's own garison. The bay was the landing site for the Spanish Armada. From here the first of many beacons were lit to notify mainland England and Sir Francis Drake. The castle and house are now owned by wealthy banker, Lord St Levan.
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  • Storm waves crash onto the reef just 1 mile West of Land's End, the most South Westerly point of Cornwall and indeed the British Isles. This large and treacherous Longships reef is marked by the 35meter high "Longships Lighthouse" (1795) who's light reaches 15 nautical miles.
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  • Storm waves crash onto the imposing, rugged once tin mining cliffs at Pendeen, West Penwith, Cornwall. The last mine closed years ago, but numerous engine houses and chimneys mark the site of this once booming Cornish industry providing high grade tin.
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  • It’s impossible for me to walk past the old now abandoned lifeboat house at Penlee, Mousehole without stopping to remember, with great sadness the loss of so many brave, amazing men from one small community. <br />
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The Penlee lifeboat disaster occurred on 19 December 1981 off the coast of Cornwall. The RNLB Solomon Browne went to the aid of the vessel Union Star after its engines failed in heavy seas. After the lifeboat had rescued four people, both vessels were lost with all hands; in all, sixteen people died including eight volunteer lifeboatmen. (From Wiki)<br />
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I was living in Falmouth at the time and the shock across Cornwall and indeed Britain was deep and heartfelt. In school we had assemblies to talk about what had happened to these brave volunteers who risked and lost their own lives to save others. Our communities all felt deep sympathy for the families shattered by the loss of these men. <br />
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To stand above this lifeboat house which was abandoned just two years after the disaster is a direct flashback to that shocking time in my childhood.
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  • This place will always be special to me, simply because it’s always been special to my Mum & Dad in their later years. I know why they like it - a sense of space and the great outdoors but with the security of firm ground and a great cafe.
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  • This place will always be special to me, simply because it’s always been special to my Mum & Dad in their later years. I know why they like it - a sense of space and the great outdoors but with the security of firm ground and a great cafe.
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  • View from the upper slopes of Scafell Pike in the English Lake District. Brilliant sunshine turned to heavy cloud and heavy cloud turned to snow, before returning to heavy cloud but bitter winds once more. Small patches of light illuminated minute sections of this great Lakeland landscape, creating a fast moving theatrical stage of light and shadows
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  • Never a fan of broken snow, it's usually an all or nothing for me, I was nevertheless highly humoured in my solitude, finding this huge numeral written in snow on the summit of Foel Goch, maths and nature, not always a such a great mix.
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  • This ancient castle in South East Anglesey has been used more recently by numerous locals for quiet smokes, beers with friends and intimate liasons!! Only a few years ago you had to struggle through undergrowth and trees to even find the castle but local government are trying to make this special place a tourist spot and are clearing trees to make it more accessible and ready for official footpaths. It is a great shame really because the struggle to get to the lost castle was in many ways reminiscent of the historical stuggles to gain access in our more distant past!
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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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  • Although I am as guilty as the next person of renting holiday cottages, it is nevertheless such a great pity that these historical and stunningly beautiful buildings are no longer lived/worked in.<br />
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I have seen old photographs of fisher-women in these doorways but now it's only colourful transient tourists who bring any sign of life to buildings which have witnessed so much history.
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  • Eroded limestone cliffs jutting into the Irish Sea at Rhoscolyn Head, Holy Island, Anglesey.
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  • I’ve seen an increasing number of people, understandably reclaiming open beaches on the island. Months & months of lockdowns is destroying peoples minds so they are daring to drive a handful of miles to get to open space, to the beach for a lungful of fresh sea air and safe mental balance.<br />
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For too long this draconian, illogical & bad-science ‘local’ travel ban, has been hurting people. We are not prisoners. Most people I know are intelligent, educated and really care about keeping others safe, but walking on a local beach or hillside will categorically not spread a virus or hurt others. The virus has been spread most rapidly and obviously through the mixing of friends & families in their homes, and also by colleagues in close workplaces, NOT from the beach. <br />
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I fear that the long term effect of such ill-considered local travel bans will have created long term psychological damage for many people in society, especially for those who live for the outdoors & nature, who have chosen to spend their lives in often economically deprived areas for one reason only, to be closer to the great outdoors because they need it for their health and their peace of mind.
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  • In a streaming gale Jan and I crossed sand dunes to an almost deserted foam-strewn beach. The waves were heavy and fast and the wind was lifting and hurling foam creatures from the shoreline to the dunes, only avoiding splattering our faces thanks to slipstreaming! The sunlight was broken but when it burst through it was warm and rich, sparkling off the wet sand, backlighting oxygenated suds, waddling their way from the water margin. It was a bitterly cold air-stream sweeping down from the North, and poor Jan looked like a frozen rigid Chilli pepper in her new Paramo coat as I stumbled around on wave-soaked reefs. I was excited by the events in front of me but was ever conscious of my suffering slim companion. The spray was constant and when I looked towards the ancient burial chamber of Barclodiad y Gawres I could see horizontal sheets of spray contrasting with the brooding dark hillside. My lens was covered in spray within seconds and the thickness of salt meant that even specialist lens cloths were not effective at clearing off the saline coating - I accepted that today’s shots would be soft and droplet covered, and actually that no longer worries me these days, as atmosphere always beats detail. I balanced myself on a rock jutting from the pristine sand, ready to shoot the choppy sea but today again, I got caught out by one of those ‘tricksy’ seventh waves, which lifted to knee height which was already 18” above the beach, so this time I did get a boot-full of seawater but also a fun shot in the process - no award winner for sure but a great memory of a moment which had Jan laughing widely, even in her sub zero state :-)We walked on, my boot warming like a winter wetsuit and as I was already wet I resigned myself to further soakings as I haunched just an inch above wet sand to photograph a parade of the foamy suds. Finally we stood atop an isolated black crag in the center of this long sandy beach and we watched larger waves exploding over the offshore s
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  • We decided to ignore the warnings not to drive during Storm Ciara, and headed for the sea. The narrow coastal roads were covered in seaweed and pebbles but high up above the cliffs of South Stack we only had the gale force winds to contend with. I left Jani warm in the van and fought my way down to the cliff edge, thankfully the wind blew me onshore not off! On arrival the skies were dark and gloomy but as I set up the tripod, sunlight burst through a break in the clouds and illuminated the short grasses clinging to the siltstone & quartzite rocks around me. <br />
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I had to lean hard onto the tripod just to try and keep the camera still enough to make the shot. Even then I decided on a higher ISO for safety. Almost as soon as the sun warmed my wind-blown face, it disappeared and I was blown uphill back to the van!
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  • Goleudy Trwyn y Balog - is located at 	Llaneilian on the north coast of Anglesey. <br />
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From Wiki: Point Lynas was first lit in 1779 at a site about 300 metres (980 ft) south of the present tower, to provide accommodation for Liverpool pilots making use of the shelter at Porthyrysgaw. The site was abandoned for the present position, so that a light could be positioned on the more important north-eastern position, where a tower is not required, as the light sits 39 metres (128 ft) above mean high water.<br />
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The unusual arrangement of having the lantern at ground level with the look-out and telegraph room above is similar to the Great Orme Lighthouse, also built by the Mersey Docks and Harbour Board. The telegraph station was established in 1879, and two new cottages were erected to accommodate extra staff. Point Lynas has now been taken over by Trinity House.
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  • The first day of the new year, the first day of the new decade! After a lazy start, relaxing in bed, drinking fresh coffee whilst sunshine poured through the window, we decided to make the most of the beautiful conditions and get a walk in. <br />
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We drove to the Great Orme to maximise exposure to the New Year’s sunshine and scrambled up through the limestone buttresses to reach the summit. The views back across to Snowdonia were stunning, the huge mountains just stopped at the sea and looked more reminiscent of some Greek islands than the Welsh coast. The sea was so calm and the tiny yacht making its way out of the Conwy estuary helped to describe just how huge and magnificent everything looked. <br />
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In terms of climate disaster and self-interested politics worldwide we are in such frightening times, but today’s conditions at the start of the new decade, infused us both with a small dose of happiness and positivity that I hope to God we can still find more of over the next few years.
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  • I am really enjoying my gentle excursion into minimal landscapes, an approach I used many years ago in art school. This time I feel I am seeing far more though, in these vast tracts of sand and sky and sea. I seem more acutely aware of the myriad of intrinsic details that make up the surfaces. Maybe it’s because my long distance isn’t what it was, and the foreground details seem even more relevant than before :-)<br />
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I am seeing escape. Days like this on an empty, wild windswept bay are precious to me. I can sense society not far away, the noise of traffic and the chatter and incessant debates between increasingly indifferent people, but I’m grounded here. I feel security in the earth and in the elements that have preceded us all and that forever will outlast us all.
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  • From my book Nant Gwrtheyrn - Y Swyngyfaredd (The Enchantment)<br />
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This is the impressive Iron Age hill-fort of Tre’r Ceiri, looking towards neighbouring Yr Eifl and on towards Nefyn and the Llyn. The hillside is very exposed and it’s hard to imagine why people would settle this side of the hill! It would certainly get more sunlight, but would also face the prevailing winds and rain. However, its sheer size (approximately 150 huts) and condition impressed me greatly.
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