Tuesday, November 02, 2010
South Stack, Anglesey.
We chose the right day to visit South Stack near Holyhead.
Did it rain at all? I can't remember.
We drove across the Menai Bridge to Anglesey and then across the island.
South Stack is a wild rocky headland in beautiful surroundings.
The lighthouse warns shipping of the rocks, and guides them into the Port of Holyhead.
As soon as we opened the car doors we were aware of the intensely strong winds.
We looked for extra jackets.
Ashley begins the climb down the 140 steps taking one to a bridge across to the lighthouse.
The wind whipped across that headland, quite taking our breath away and making it difficult to balance.
Ecky was not sure that she could cope with the wind.
Bill and Ashley battle on - neither wanting to admit defeat.
Bill has photographs from the steps and the bottom of the lighthouse.
Ashley spreads his arms to help balance as he is buffeted down the steps.
Ecky sat on the steps so that the wall could shield her from the wind.
The cliffs are steep and high - and it looked so rough and wild down there.
Look how the grass has been moulded into clumps and tussocks by the wind.
Perhaps the wind could carry us across the sea to Ireland.
It was fun!
Ecky was also excited and happy up there.
Bill and Ashley got back safely.
The view to the south.
The light.
High up on the cliffs.
The place where the sea spirits live - Ecky is sure that she saw them.
That windswept look.
Goats from the farm came across the road, wanting the grass by the RSPB centre and cafe.
The goats didn't all just want grass - this one decided it would be warm and cosy in the cafe, startling a toddler.
Farming amongst the bare rocky hillsides of North Wales is a hard life.
Did it rain at all? I can't remember.
We drove across the Menai Bridge to Anglesey and then across the island.
South Stack is a wild rocky headland in beautiful surroundings.
The lighthouse warns shipping of the rocks, and guides them into the Port of Holyhead.
As soon as we opened the car doors we were aware of the intensely strong winds.
We looked for extra jackets.
Ashley begins the climb down the 140 steps taking one to a bridge across to the lighthouse.
The wind whipped across that headland, quite taking our breath away and making it difficult to balance.
Ecky was not sure that she could cope with the wind.
Bill and Ashley battle on - neither wanting to admit defeat.
Bill has photographs from the steps and the bottom of the lighthouse.
Ashley spreads his arms to help balance as he is buffeted down the steps.
Ecky sat on the steps so that the wall could shield her from the wind.
The cliffs are steep and high - and it looked so rough and wild down there.
Look how the grass has been moulded into clumps and tussocks by the wind.
Perhaps the wind could carry us across the sea to Ireland.
It was fun!
I like extreme weather.
Ecky was also excited and happy up there.
She is wearing one of my thick zip-up cardigans over her own jacket.
Bill and Ashley got back safely.
The view to the south.
The light.
High up on the cliffs.
The place where the sea spirits live - Ecky is sure that she saw them.
That windswept look.
Goats from the farm came across the road, wanting the grass by the RSPB centre and cafe.
The goats didn't all just want grass - this one decided it would be warm and cosy in the cafe, startling a toddler.
It was indeed warm in there and we enjoyed a large pot of tea.
Farming amongst the bare rocky hillsides of North Wales is a hard life.
Scroll down to the next posting - it will take you 6,000 miles away to old Phuket Town.
