Desert Sea

I really don’t intend to search for sunsets tonight, our evening walk focused on an attempt to capture swallows swooping over the much reduced waters of Sychnant. There’s even a chance the ponies will come down from the hills to drink in the cool evening air. 

We fully expect the lake to have diminished further since out last visit, but we are shocked to see it has been to reduced to two small puddles in a cracked landscape of baked earth. There’s not a swallow to be seen, and hopefully the ponies have relocated to the lake on the other side - still relatively full three days ago.

And so we decide to walk on to the headland where we sit and watch the sun slowly sinking over Anglesey. It sets with a fiery near-apocalyptic heart, but later, there are softer water-coloured patterns in the sea and sky. Today, however - perhaps unwisely - I’ve gone for monotone instead, the sea a sandy desert with the tiny Trwyn Du lighthouse standing stranded between Penmon Point and Puffin Island, Anglesey’s landscape layered in the background.  Somehow this seems fitting as we watch our land turn desert-dry. 

Other moods and colour palettes are in extras - together with the dried out Sychnant lake. 

As the light fades, we make our slow way back along the stony paths to where we’ve left the car, passing the ponies feeding in the bracken; they’ve made it to the little patch of water.

Thanks so much for your kind comments, stars and hearts in response to yesterday’s ‘Shadow Play’!