Showing posts with label Trees. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Trees. Show all posts

Twmbarlwm Magic

 I love the iconic magical shape formed between these two conjoined trees in Twmbarlwm.

Scooby Doo Trees ~ Twmbarlwm

En route up to 'The Twmb', a row of trees that appeared to have been imported from a Scooby Doo cartoon or a movie retelling of Sleepy Hollow pulled me briefly off course. I nearly used the word grotesque to describe their appearance, but on closer inspection, the moss-softened trees seemed more sensual than that term relays. Recent scientific evidence seems to support the idea that trees communicate with one another and can actually help look after one another in times of need. Here, in Twmbarlwm, these trees appeared like kindred spirits, enjoying each others company both emotionally and physically:














A Halloween Woodland Walk

I went for a Halloween woodland walk through my local woods today, where I saw a witch!







 

The Dark is Rising...

Winter is coming. But for now, let's enjoy the colour :)


My First Lock-down Walk

I went on my first lock-down walk this afternoon, taking a quick meander through my local woods. This was my first walk in over six weeks! The walk from my front door, through the woods, and back home again lasted all of 15 minutes. But it was worth every second :)







Sweyne's Eye ~ The Bay (Ancient Forest Remains)

My last few pics from the second issue of my photography zine, Sweyne's Eye, which is titled The Bay and explores the natural beauty and diversity of my local beach:

Ancient tree remains

Ancient tree remains, believed to be over 7,000 years old

The above photographs show the scant remains of an ancient forest that one stood on the site now occupied by Swansea Bay. The forest remnants are believed to be over 7,000 years old and have been preserved in the old estuarine mud that was formed at the same time when this forest existed and still remains in situ in this portion of the beach.

A Walk Through My Local Woods

I took a walk down to my local woods this morning. It was a misty morning and I added to the mood of the walk by separating myself from the ambient sounds of the woodland by donning my headphones and playing the moody Nordic sounds of Forndom. I Loved it :) I need to do this walk more often as the whole circular route from my doorstep is less than 3.5k steps.






Portmeirion

We helped our friend move his belongings to North Wales this past weekend as he is about to start work with the Ffestiniog and Welsh Highland Railway As we were lucky enough to enjoy some lovely early autumn sunshine whilst there, we took the opportunity to spend the afternoon visiting Portmeirion, which is located right on his new doorstep.

No Parking Sign near entrance to Portmeirion
To many, Portmeirion's celebrity comes from it serving as the location for the 1960s television show The Prisoner. This show soon became a cult favourite and brought the fear that the village might be spoiled by the inundation of tourists. To help avert this, the owner, Sir Clough Williams-Ellis introduced a levy in the form of an entrance free to Portmeirion.

Entering Portmeirion
One of the strange statues that adorn Portmeirion ~
what is that in the creature's paws?


The unique character and striking appearance of Portmeirion was designed by Williams to assauge his love for Italian architecture. He constructed the village between 1925 and 1975.







Portmeirion is now a charitable trust, making an income by renting self-catering cottages and rooms in the village, running numerous shops, various cafes and restaurants, as well as continuing to charge an entrance fee to the village for tourists.



Votive coins hammered into tree strump in Portmeirion Woods


A Redwood tree in Portmeirion woods

Portmeirion

The large-scale village chess board











The village of Portmeirion is a must-visit for anyone travelling through North Wales, be they Prisoner fans or not. A real curiosity of a place, walking around the unique sights and sounds can really get the creative juices flowing. Noel Coward wrote Blithe Spirit whilst staying in the village and I would have loved to have settled down in one of numerous seating areas there to take pen to paper myself.
Today we were hindered by having to undertake the long drive home in the afternoon as our visit was a rather hurried walk through of the locale. Maybe next time though...