Category Archives: Countryside

Clarach clean up

We are not powerless…
Beach litter-picking in a 40mph wind is a blast – literally. Great turn out today weather considered – and in two hours collected all of the crap you see here from what looked like a tidy beach.
Today I concentrated on the miniscule stuff trapped within the tidemark seaweed. Still managed a sack full including 70+ cotton bud sticks – all of them blue.
You meet some great people doing this: Aberystwyth Beach BuddiesSurfers Against Sewage, Llanidloes river cleaners (forgot what you called yourselves)
#plasticpollution #saveourseas #PlanetBeforeProfit #SaveOurSeas plus any number of hash tags. #goodjobidonthaveagun

We need to talk about Plastic

If you were to doubt, in any way, the problem our world has with plastic – a beach litter-pick is both catharsis and enlightenment. Two hours, a dozen or so volunteers and a truck load of washed-up rubbish – a feel good way to spend a Saturday morning.  This was Tan-y-bwlch beach, Aberystwyth and had only been litter-picked a matter of weeks ago.  The pile in the bottom pic was the tally after 2 hours.  By end of the day on Saturday 450kgs had been collected.  Breathtaking.  Thanks be to Aberystwyth Beach Buddies for their organisation.

Heart beat

A short experimental film-poem about a short section of the Heart of Wales railway.

World premiere in a 2 person horse box cinema on a sloping field during Knucklas17.  I’m trying not to let it go to my head.

Mad dogs and madder dogs

…out in the midday sun yesterday. The walk from Aberystwyth to Borth, visually stunning, physically exhilarating and nature-watchingly spectacular. A pair of swirling choughs just north of Clarach and a Great Grey Shrike high above Sarn Gynfelin. The day capped with a Dolphin lazily swimming 10 yards off shore to ale-supping delight from the deck of the Victoria Inn.

View from cliffs above Sarn Gynfelin on the Cambrian coast.

Ivy

61 seconds of why we should leave some ivy for nature. I could hear the drone from 50 yds away. This on a mid October day in Wales.

Telegraph Poles on the B5105

Anybody who knows me will know of my affection for this winding little B road traversing remote and rural Denbighshire.  Not only the road, but the carefully placed Lucozade bottles along its length but mostly for its run of gorgeous olde telegraphe poles.