i was always two weeks ahead he said...
but now i'm two weeks
and 30 odd years behind
two weeks ago i visited an island off an island
the scenery through the middle of wales boded well
as did the visit to
moma wales but when we crossed this bridge to the island the real journey began
anglesey, ynys mon where i grew up from aged 5 to making my escape at 17...
i had been back only once..briefly
imagine my surprise when anglesey seemed to have turned its self into somewhere nice...it wasn't how i remembered it
the beautiful cottage complete with welcoming cat and hot tub...
near beaumaris...not a part of the island i knew well
shared memories of past picnics, walks, shells, people
sharing those memories with my school sweetheart even though we had never been there together before
and all on the eve of st. dwynwen's day
(not that i knew that then, thanks emma)
st dwynwen the patron saint of lovers and of pilgrimages whose chapel is on the island
looking at the view back to snowdonia
and the view toward the island
the following day a drive around anglesey
somethings had changed for the worse
the small holding where i lived and i had kept my ponies was very sad but the view was still amazing
our old school had definitely seen better days...as had the town of holyhead...and as for amlwch words fail me, i didnt know whether to laugh or cry...i did both...no pictures ...too depressing
looking at favourite rocks, particular and familiar
on over to holy island and
trearddur bay where i lived for 10 years
then back over the inland sea
and so quickly across anglesey ...new roads cutting out the tedium i remember so well
its taking time to process all the emotions and all the images in my head
i need to go back
maybe the sun will shine next time
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