Sunshine, sand, sea and almost no-one on the beach but me. Idyllic. When I woke up this morning it was cold and grey, but by noon the day had clearly decided to fall in line with the weather forecast and blossomed into a glorious autumn afternoon. I had stuff I needed to do but I was done by 2pm and drove to the lay-by on the road to Tywyn, opposite the line of houses on the other side of the Trefeddian Hotel. A path crosses the golf course, wends its way through the dunes and drops you by the Second World War pillbox. From there Tywyn is clearly visible in the distance. The tide was out, just on the turn, so it took a couple of minutes to reach the water’s edge, although the roar from the waves had been clearly audible from the road.
The beach was spectacular, the damp sand reflecting blue sky and white clouds, with deep dips holding pools of water like liquid silver and white-topped blue waves thundering as crests broke, chaotic shapes forming and reforming. The main strandline was up by the dunes, clumps of dark weed, but there were long strands of weed shimmering in the sunshine, some floating in pools some strewn along the sand. I took a few photos and a couple of videos as I walked towards Tywyn, got wet feet, and generally had a great time. It really was a spectacular afternoon. A lady on the checkout at the Co-op in Tywyn, who also moved here from London, told me that the novelty lasted six months with her, but I really don’t see it ever wearing off for me. Mind, I haven’t survived an Aberdovey winter yet.
Here are two of the videos. I am still trying to get the hang of this whole video thing. The autofocus on the little camera that I use for video was having trouble today, unsurprisingly, and it was having trouble with the shifting light too. And of course, it was absolutely not all the camera’s fault that these are anything but perfect. This was my first time trying to video the sea, and the learning curve shows rather acutely! Huge fun though, and I’ll get there eventually.
Loved the shapes. You wonder why Brancusi bothered.WGB.