It's freezing out there - especially in the rock pools - but it's big tide time. The water's so clear, it's a pleasure to work, even if it is finger-snappingly cold! Winter treasures always seem to be cleaner/brighter/better condition. Probably just a result of being hit by g-force winds as they bite their way up the Menai Strait, and battling those cruel salty tears that start down your cheeks like crushed ice droplets.
So why the hell do I do it?
ART OF COURSE!
Four hundred years ago people were tipping their rubbish on Gallows Point. Two hundred years later some of them were being hanged by the neck on the very spot for deliberately causing ships to be wrecked on the coastline of Anglesey. Sounds incredible - a must-visit - but, in truth, the Beaumaris dump was not an illustrious one; three hundred years ago the local community couldn't afford to throw away their belongings, let alone anything of value; but occasionally the waves return little treasures - evocative pieces of social history.
The sea turns up treasure most days and this morning was no exception. More importantly, the weather was great.
And the view ...
