We spent the day driving from beach to beach - in search of memories from family holidays spent long ago - these beaches are already once again getting muddled in my head. I am pretty sure that this bay is Porth Nefyn. Two cars, with a party of seven stubborn minded individuals gave our memory seeking (for four of the seven - the others being the hangers on) a dimension of dynamic and tension. It would be fair to say that we started off rather moodily at Nefyn.
Our very first North Wales holiday was spent at a cottage in Nefyn. My father said he was not so impressed with the standard and so we looked for something a bit better the following year. Ah yes, we remembered, the accommodation with the dead mouse, the dirty crockery and the outside loo and bathroom!
I was surprised at how emotive I found this whole experience - for many reasons.
The hills in the back here and the large unspoiled beaches are two of the things that I miss dearly and found so difficult to leave behind after the weekend.
I didn't really finish posting the Yorkshire photos, but I will stick with North Wales for a while, whilst I steadily work through the processing. Added a bit of grainy texture to this one, as it seemed to suit the atmosphere.
(best viewed on black and ignoring dust marks on the lens which I forgot to obliterate)
Lovely shot, North Wales is nostalgic for me too. We lived on Anglesey for 4 years during our time with the RAF and David was born in Colwyn Bay. We met at Towyn 50 years ago when David was staying there during his summer leave from the RAF and I was on holiday.
Love the layers of hills and mountains behind the beach. You get such a sense of scale and distance in this photo. A beautiful area to re-visit.
Your narrative has reminded me of our first family holiday to North Wales. We went up one day and back the next as my father got so cross because all the signposts were in Welsh and he hadn't got a clue where we going or how to get to our destination. Ah, those were the days. My parents went several times over the years and he came to love it - especially once the signposts were in English and Welsh!
Your narrative has reminded me of our first family holiday to North Wales. We went up one day and back the next as my father got so cross because all the signposts were in Welsh and he hadn't got a clue where we going or how to get to our destination. Ah, those were the days. My parents went several times over the years and he came to love it - especially once the signposts were in English and Welsh!