Between woods and sandbank

It’s a stunningly beautiful January day - though in the gloom of our twilight-zoned north facing home, you’d hardly know it.  By the time we reach the bottom of the hill, we are gratefully in sunshine. 

For the second day in a row we find ourselves in Conwy, but we complete a different walking  circuit. The light is glorious, and with not a breath of wind, the river glides silently and mirror-like. 

I’m spoilt for choice, but eventually decide on the plethora of moored yachts caught motionless between Bodlondeb woods and river sandbank. 

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