Just a quick post as the storms lash outside (and whilst we were meant to be in Wales this week)- more shots from back in the summer, when the Welsh would just about tolerate you being in the country (rather than the present situation where we were meant to be there this week, but would be instantly stopped, fined, and maybe arrested for looking longingly over the border).
Anyway, Criccieth Beach, in rather stormy conditions. Not a day for sandcastle building.
As with Northern back home, Transport for Wales were also spending extravagant sums shipping fresh air around by rail, having told people not to use the trains. Still, I like taking train pics on this beach, it's a good lineside spot.
Greyscale, making a moody scene even moodier...
Same holiday, same bad weather; never seen the the sea having got so far up the beach at Barmouth. A plan to picnic hear was scotched by the sandstorms.
The railway was struggling to operate; this was the first train over the Barmouth Bridge all morning due to the winds.
On the back, looking towards the old explosives works at Penrhyndeudraeth. In the morning the sea had been over the road just north of here, and it was still pretty high by mid-afternoon.
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