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​between the tides

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​One of those exceptional days when you see both the sunrise and sunset, and they’re both extraordinary. Neither of us are morning people but as the days grow darker it is so much easier to catch both.

For sunset We visited Anglesey, parking up by the coast we set off on our walk to somewhere that has been on Lloyd’s list for quite a while now. We’ve alway loved lighthouses, and the sentiment of them has grown since we got engaged at one in Iceland back in 2017.

​We soon deserted the hard road beneath our feet and weaved between the trees, reaching swaying grasses, and a flat sand beach, leaving our shoes speckled. As we walked towards the island on the bay, we reminded ourselves that at night where we were heading really did become an island - if we stayed too long the tide would cut us off. With our blanket rolled up on Lloyd’s back, we joked that we’d be fine if we had to sleep beneath the stars.

We entered the almost deserted island through a gate. The path became curiously white within the distance as it turned from stone to broken sea shells. In one direction chimney’s appeared within a grass bank, as if buried in the ground, and a small rugged lighthouse sat upon the edge of the island. In the other direction a larger lighthouse stood tall against the soft pastel sky. This one without a light.

The Island of two lighthouses - Twr Bach & Twr Mawr - little tower and great tower.

The last of the sunlight danced across the sea, as wisps of cloud glided in the sky, and  the sun dipped under the horizon. Sophie wrapped herself up in our blanket and we went to explore the great tower closer, capturing images for the lovely Beyond Borders Collective - a blanket company we have been working with.

With the last touch of light still in the sky, we felt reluctant to leave such a beautiful place. As we made our way back to the beach, the tide swept in from both sides of us, almost touching, the sandy path disappearing quickly - but we were just in time. 

We weaved our way amongst the trees, rather than retracing our sandy steps - using Lloyd’s phone light to guide us, and google maps for the best route back. My phone battery had died, and Lloyd put on his head torch and handed me his. It was now pitch black, but we soon found a track which became a road. Before not too long Lloyd’s phone turned pitch black too, powerless, and as we walked on, the head torch began to flicker, becoming dimmer and dimmer. We laughed as we dug out our hurricane lantern - the head torch no longer with any power. We felt like we belonged to a different time, with just a lantern to guide us through the trees, along the road and back to the car.

The adventure to Ynys Llanddwyn tidal island is one we won't forget.

​​FOUND 
​between the tides

One of those exceptional days when you see both the sunrise and sunset, and they’re both extraordinary. Neither of us are morning people but as the days grow darker it is so much easier to catch both.

For sunset We visited Anglesey, parking up by the coast we set off on our walk to somewhere that has been on Lloyd’s list for quite a while now. We’ve alway loved lighthouses, and the sentiment of them has grown since we got engaged at one in Iceland back in 2017.

​We soon deserted the hard road beneath our feet and weaved between the trees, reaching swaying grasses, and a flat sand beach, leaving our shoes speckled. As we walked towards the island on the bay, we reminded ourselves that at night where we were heading really did become an island - if we stayed too long the tide would cut us off. With our blanket rolled up on Lloyd’s back, we joked that we’d be fine if we had to sleep beneath the stars.

We entered the almost deserted island through a gate. The path became curiously white within the distance as it turned from stone to broken sea shells. In one direction chimney’s appeared within a grass bank, as if buried in the ground, and a small rugged lighthouse sat upon the edge of the island. In the other direction a larger lighthouse stood tall against the soft pastel sky. This one without a light.

The Island of two lighthouses - Twr Bach & Twr Mawr - little tower and great tower.

The last of the sunlight danced across the sea, as wisps of cloud glided in the sky, and  the sun dipped under the horizon. Sophie wrapped herself up in our blanket and we went to explore the great tower closer, capturing images for the lovely Beyond Borders Collective - a blanket company we have been working with.

With the last touch of light still in the sky, we felt reluctant to leave such a beautiful place. As we made our way back to the beach, the tide swept in from both sides of us, almost touching, the sandy path disappearing quickly - but we were just in time.

We weaved our way amongst the trees, rather than retracing our sandy steps - using Lloyd’s phone light to guide us, and google maps for the best route back. My phone battery had died, and Lloyd put on his head torch and handed me his. It was now pitch black, but we soon found a track which became a road. Before not too long Lloyd’s phone turned pitch black too, powerless, and as we walked on, the head torch began to flicker, becoming dimmer and dimmer. We laughed as we dug out our hurricane lantern - the head torch no longer with any power. We felt like we belonged to a different time, with just a lantern to guide us through the trees, along the road and back to the car.

​​The adventure to Ynys Llanddwyn tidal island is one we won't forget.