Tag: bladderwrack
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04/06/23 – Waves over the wall at the tidal pool
On Sunday I was so tired I didn’t think I had the energy for anything, but I still dragged myself to the sea. The wind was high and the waves were rushing in, bands of white flushing forward to the shore. I walked out along the concrete wall of the tidal pool, which was thick…
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27/05 – Low tide sand shapes
I waited till the evening, when the sands were quieter. I walked away from the main bay, from the beach swings and trampolines, the bodies stretched over the sand. I walk away, across the sand. The sand was high, reminding me that the beach is an ever shifting place, an edge but also a moving…
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22/12/22 – Low Tide
Yesterday I was tired and more than anything, I wanted to swim. I headed for the little bay next to the main sands but on the other, quieter side of the harbour wall. There was a huge digger on the ramp down to it, along with workmen in high viz jackets. I could see the…
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Mawddach Residency – DAY 4
Woke to skies painted peach, already pale blue at the edges. Sat by the big window in the studio watching how the water shifted, grey rushing in in slices, bands of movement, silky, stuttering. The cloudless sky ripened to rich blue and we went walking. We followed the track at the edge of the coast,…
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Mawddach Residency – DAY 3
We swam in silver today. The silt from the banks made the water silky, slashed with ice blue, swan grey, silver. It was colder this morning, the air heavy with moisture; the rain from the night before had left a chill. We waded past clumps of yellowing bladderwrack half hidden in the mud thick water,…
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Mawddach Residency – DAY 1
Fresh from a high tide swim, still outlined in cold, we packed our bags and set out for Barmouth. We took a winding path around the edge of the headland, under old oaks bending and twisting with burnished leaves. The bracken at the sides of the path is burn coloured and curling, dried before dying.…
Bonnie Radcliffe 