Caerfai

The hour and a half Brendan and I spent on the beach with the tide pushing us back towards the cliffs took me back to my work at Druidston in Pembrokeshire (more posts to follow).

The colours in some of the rocks in this part of the world are nothing short of breathtaking and I’ve begun to be interested in the transition between water and rock and how light dances in small collected pools. It was raining hard and the rocks were at their best. The beach was empty, something that I love about adverse conditions and the wind was playing on the cusp of the breaking waves on a sea that felt as if it should be rougher.

 

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