We have never, for some reason, been down to Church Bay in the north-west of the island:  a small inlet which used to have a brick works and now has a crofthouse, Swtan, which was restored in the 1990s with the help of European funding:-

We walked along the Malltreath Cob, completed in 1812 as part of a project to reclaim the Malltreath Marsh from the tide, straightening the River Cefni as a canal all the way to Llangefni. This was where Charles Tunnicliffe RA lived in a house called Shorelands, moving there from Manchester in 1947, with its fine views of remote marshes and seabirds:-

No sun today, until the early evening when it came out unusually bright:-

We had lunch in Caernarvon, which always looks as if it might be coming up in the world, with a funfair in the town square and bunting in the streets:-

It’s not often that we can see the summit of Snowdon quite so clearly, hovering mysteriously behind the conical shape of Moel Eilio, which this morning is swathed in cloud:-

I walked out to the beach today in the hope that it would clear from the west as it often does in the late afternoon.   It only half did.   A foggy sun and a single boat on the sea:-

After a couple of days in which the mountains have been buried by cloud, I walked down to the river to reassure myself of their continuing existence:-

We went in search of Llaniestyn Church, a tiny little grey church in nearly open countryside west of Llanddona.   We were half helped in finding it by a mysterious nearby signpost wrapped in a woolly blanket:-

Inside the church, I admired the early font:-

The elderly collecting box:-

And the carved description of annual bequests:-

But I managed to miss the carved relief of St. Iestyn, which I now discover is the main point of going there.

Menai Bridge has lost all its banks, but kept its wonderful hardware shop, Evans Bros., and acquired a picturesque antique shop, Hawthorn Yard, which had the spoons we needed:-