Trwyn Velvet
5th June
“Don’t suppose you happened to glance outside c. 4:50am? The whole land was saturated in the astonishing luminous liquid blaze of an apocalyptic bloodbath: beautiful, extraordinary and almost frightening.”
A young grey seal watched with me, in equal awe, bobbing gently in an ocean of crimson dark. Her deep, liquid, soulful eyes.
By breakfast, a drizzly rain had set in for the day, with densely drifting sea mist. In this eerie calm, I explored the coves of low tide, and found a five pound note washed up against a boulder; contemporary pieces of eight.
“I spend my days daydreaming of the peace and quiet. Already the island is fading away and becomes less reality than a vivid dream from a past life. To be able to hear the soundless silence…! You’re lucky with practice…“