May, my favourite month in this country. Spring arrives. We walk, as usual, on Fridays. One Friday we go a bit further than usual, driving to Anglesey to walk on the beach to the island of Llanddwyn. Ronnie’s written about it on the Friday walks series, with photos.
It’s a beautiful place. Magical. When you arrive at the car park in Newborough you can’t see the beach, it’s behind the sand dunes. But when you walk through them and then see the view open up in front of you, it still feels like the first time I came here. An intake of breath, it’s so absolutely beautiful. And on this day it’s nearly high tide. It’s captivating.
And, for me, almost as captivating as the view, is the fact that this is a beach covered in pebbles.
I immediately start picking up stones, selecting from the range of greys. Ronnie joins me and I say, ‘I need 23 stones, like this one.’ Continue reading











