Day 349 Mile 349: Run for Dad. Today marks two months since my Dad took his life. While things are getting easier I still miss him. So today I thought I would do something positive to keep some of the memories of things we shared together.
On the west coast of the Isle of Anglesey lies a spot which fits this bill perfectly. The secluded bay of Porth Cwyfan is renowned as a coastal habitat for resident and migratory sea birds as well as chough, lapwing and skylark. It is a beautiful spot where the fields of Aberfraw crag into the sea. Some of the slacks contain a lot of creeping willow, along with a diverse range of flowering plants, which includes marsh orchids, pyramidal orchids and helleborines.
The waves are coming into the bay slowly, a gentle breath rather than the usual crash one usually expects to hear from the Irish Sea. The only other sounds are the gaggling sounds of a variety of waking sea birds and sheep on the fields. The coastal path below the sand cliff is more of a suggestion of a line through the landscape rather than a ‘path’ so progress across rock, river and sand is slow, but immense fun.
Out in the sea there is the tiny island on Cribinau accessible only at low tide by a foot causeway on which there is the c11th church of St. Cwyfan known locally as ‘eglwys bach y mor’ or the ‘little church in the sea’ in English. Amazingly my pre-work run has landed me here at a time when the tide is low enough to make it out to the church and back again safely so the opportunity was taken. I set out across the rocky causeway through loose boulders, kelp and startling a flock of gulls.
The church is a beautiful place with an odd mix of the feel of the sacred and a naval gun emplacement. Sadly it was not a place to linger though as the tide was clearly shifting!
Dad loved nature and animals and exploring old buildings and on a morning like this it is easy to see why. Moving on around the bay my route takes me towards Trac Môn the Anglesey motor racing circuit for a brief nod to one of his main interests in life. The track is hidden from the coastal path by a thick hedge made of holly and gorse, there is something wonderfully mischievous about jogging along looking for a gap where it is possible to peer through, I know he would have approved of the low level scallywaggery. At this time of day the circuit is quiet and there is an oddly hallowed, almost ritualistic feel to the flow of the track through the landscape, following on from the quiet of the bay and the reverence of the church it is certainly not the jarring contrast I had expected.
It’s nice to be out and enjoy some of the things we shared and go over some old memories and on a morning like this it’s great to make some new ones too.
Take care 🙂
For Bryan Wright 10/7/45-15/10/17.
I’m running a mile each day everyday for 2017. If you feel you can sponsor me please do, as all the money raised will go to the Cleft Lip & Palate Association (CLAPA) who provide services all across the UK to support people affected by it.
Distance: 2111.0 meters recorded
(1 mile = 1609.34 m.)
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Thanks as ever for all the support!