The island of Anglesey is just a stones throw from the edge of Wales, I head over the bridge with the hope of finding a couple of lighthouses, one in the East, and one in the West.
In the East you have Trwyn Du lighthouse, the kind you picture in your mind – a tall pillar of stone painted with horizontal stripes rising from the ocean, at the top a rotating light shoots a column of light out to see to warn passing ships of land, on its side painted in huge letters are the words “NO PASSAGE LANDWARD”.
In the West you have Twr Mawr, this old lighthouse resembles more of a windmill than a lighthouse, a beautiful white conical building that sits atop a rocky outcrop, a twisting staircase dug into the earth leads up to this sentinel that once protected Llanddwyn island from wandering vessels. The island is now protected by a gang of seemingly wild horses, whom inquisitively advance on me and my dog, I photograph them and continue on to the lighthouse, they follow us.
The bottom story of Twr Mawr has a large window looking out to sea, the glass is long gone and me and Bo are able to enter. The inside of this old lighthouse is preserved, the steps still leading to the top where in a window ledge I found a single dried rose and a note:
“To all the lost ones who can’t hear me,
do not dispair.
Love will overcome all,
pick yourself up if you fall”
Llanddwyn is a tidal island the reaches out from the edge of Newborough Warren, a wonderful beach of tall sand dunes backed by a forrest of pine that stretches along the coast into the distance. Honestly one of the nicest beaches I have ever visited, despite the heavy showers that pass over me again and again.
On the next day it rained and rained, and felt like it would never stop, I photographed Bo laid in the window sill before venturing out to see Dolbadarn Castle in Llanberis. Before we had even reached it we were soaked to the bone, but it was nice to be outside all the same. We visited the mountain railway that leads to the summit of Snowdon but that was closed until summer. The rest of the day I spent playing games on my phone and reading.
On my last day I went back to Anglesey to meet my mother, She arrived at holyhead from Ireland where she lives and we headed back to my house, on the way we stopped by at South Stack lighthouse, built on a rocky island just off the mainland, another twisting staircase drops down the cliffside to the bridge that leads to the lighthouse, the wind was strong and cold, I snap my photographs and retreat to the car.
and so ended my march trip to Wales.