The last rays of the sun reflect casually off the ripples of a wintery ocean,as vast untamed clouds drift past to disapate on the wind swept mountain ahead.

The deep contrast of the sun brought a strange tropical feel the this winterstricken welsh beach. 

The smallest things can have a simple and quiet beauty, the little patterns of trickeling water and the felorn forms of seaweed out of its element create a tiny landscape reflecting the vast estury which surrounds it.

This old and ruined cottage seems to emite a melancolly atmosphere. The lives and memories of those who once lived here are slowly being swallowed by the creeping woodland in which it sits.