Beachcombing

Pictured above, the striated rock of Porth Ceiriad, one of our favourite beaches down here in Pen Lleyn, and one which we collectively have been visiting for well over forty years as a family. However, Jane's history with this place goes back to her childhood. Most years we take a photograph of her, and her sister Carol sat on the rocks at the base of this cliff, echoing photographs taken in the fifties and sixties. I guess it qualifies as a kind of pilgrimage: an homage to life and continuity that spans lifetimes and geologic time alike. It's a lovely place, especially out of season, when it is always pretty quiet, and today we were treated to good weather and a stretch of briny strand populated by fewer than a couple of dozen people at most. Most pleasing to the soul. Bendigedig go iawn. Hwyl...