|"An Exposed Sanctuary" © Glyn Davies 2011 - Buy a print of this image HERE|
Spindly, stunted silver Birches adorned the dune landscape, natural Christmas trees sparkling in the half light. I planned on just studying these beauties but the draw of the sea was strong, and I soon found myself in the middle of a semi-drowned estuary, acres of 4" deep water all about me, and hard to tell where the deeper channels lay as the howling winds roughened the water's surface. Three times I stood huddling behind my huge (braced) umbrella for shelter, whilst squalls lashed the black dome of nylon and winds flapped the edges like the sound of a machine gun. So noisy was the wind that it was hard to tell when the rain had stopped!
|"Rainstorm over the Estuary" © Glyn Davies 2011 - Buy a print of this image HERE|
I headed for the dunes, crossing a wide band of deep sticky and slippery black mud, skinned with a sinewy green layer of weed, and then the sand blasting started! Plumes of swirling sand were being blown back inland from the highest dunes and it was in my eyes and all over my camera. Thank God it's a hermetically sealed 1DS system and not one of these new lightweight non sealed units. As I crested the dunes my view was of a choppy wind-churned sea, curtains of rain sweeping across the Llyn Peninsula and a stormy looking horizon, but punching through the darkness were large holes of what could 'almost' be described as sunshine, just enough to lighten the foreground for a few brief moments. The estuary behind me seemed to be fading to darkness very quickly, and I knew that once the beams of sunlight were clouded by the advancing rain, that I would lost all light for my return journey.
|"The Horse & The Mermaid" © Glyn Davies 2011 - Buy a print of this image HERE|
It was strange walking back across the estuary, which was now just a shimmer of water all about me in the early night. I felt the landscape was ready to absorb me, to suck me literally into it's depths. I felt slightly disorientated even though I knew the general direction, and I felt very alone and insignificant in the universe, but it was all rather beautiful and humbling. I could hardly discern the start of the footpath back across the next dune-scape and impossibly quickly it was dark. My night vision was the only think guiding me back and I found myself frequently tripping over rabbit holes and clumps of grass. I know some people get a bit freaked by woodlands at night but I felt very at one with this vegetated, copse covered landscape, even in the darkness. I loved the fact that no one else was there, it was my landscape once again, precious ! :-) I did enjoy a thirst quenching couple of cold beers back in the warmth of the house that evening though :-)
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