St. Peulan's, Llanbeulan, Anglesey.
I arrive early at St. Peulan's to capture the sunrise and I'm not disappointed. I take my photographs and then just sit and watch until the sky desaturates into the pale blue of the day.
I arrive early at St. Peulan's to capture the sunrise and I'm not disappointed. I take my photographs and then just sit and watch until the sky desaturates into the pale blue of the day.
What buildings like St. Mary represent is a vast cognitive reserve, a wondrous and sophisticated cosmos of quivering emotional intelligence. This building is full of tiny signatures, a lexicon that betrays the aggregate human attempt at survival in the desperation of a crisis.
There is a face peeping out from behind the flaking limewash.
This C13th chapel (which may have foundations dating back to the C6th) sits cockled to the limestone cliffs of St. Govan's Head in Pembrokeshire.
This C13th chapel (which may have foundations dating back to the C6th) sits cockled to the limestone cliffs of St. Govan's Head in Pembrokeshire.
Travelling along the lane to St. Melangells is an act of filtration, a redaction of modernity. The pressing matters of the day are pared down with each passing turn.
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Here, whilst I make breakfast, I can see a cormorant on the lake - dipping beneath the glassy surface and appearing intermittently.
I’m there first thing and I feel anxious - there’s an overwhelming sense of inertia. I walk out into the churchyard to gather my thoughts and catch a dash of red text on a gravestone silhouetted against the rising tide at Y Foryd.