time travel

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

we went to one of our favourite places...llanddwyn island a truly magical place

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