Stacks of Snow

On arrival at Trearddur Bay, with the air temperature -4c, there were some sideways glances from passers by, at those arriving with kayaks, but despite the snow, calm seas meant our trip to The Stacks was on.
Snow on the beach: not the first time I've paddled from frozen beaches, but the first time I've done so on Anglesey.
Arriving at Penrhyn Mawr, middle of the flood tide.
Working back up the eddies...
...playing in the inner race...
...before getting washed out...
...and heading on towards South Stack.
Exploring the cave beneath the famous route, Dream of White Horses. As a friend used to say about pretty much all of the many character building routes we aspired to: 'you can't call yourself a climber if you haven't done Dream of White Horses.' I was fairly content to remain at sea level.
Heading back from North Stack...
...the snow continues to fall as we approach Penrhyn Mawr once more.
Leaving Abraham's Bosum and turning the point, heading south, the Snowdon Massif glows pink beyond Rhoscolyn...
...Snowdon itself, regal beneath a fine powder blanket; the first of the winter snows.
Heading west now towards Trearddur, Rhoscolyn beacon beyond, the temperature is plumeting...
...whilst the Lleyn Peninsula disolves on the horizon bringing a wonderful winter's paddle to an end; a privilege to paddle in places such as these, on days like this.

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John Bunyan said…
Damn. To think I painted the hall instead....