Porth Tyn Tywyn, Anglesey

I set out on a grey, windy day with a purpose. I headed to the coast at a small beach just south of Rhosneigr. It’s a favourite place to walk and often deserted.

The sea was restless and rushing in, creating foam which washed over the pebbles and was blown away in the wind. I stood my ground and used a long exposure to soften the water.

The pebbles, wet and dark, held the memory of the tide. And further out, the sea merged with the grey horizon.

This is the first of six studies in rhythm and return — quiet conversations between land and sea.