The weather was appalling. Raining. Endlessly. And had been for days. Deciding to get out, despite what felt like all the world's wet draining out on North East Wales, we drove up the road towards Talacre Beach - the sky was brown, if you please.
And then, joyously, the clouds broke and the sun broke through. A rainbow, arching down onto the estuary. And as we made our way through the dunes, there it was, Talacre Lighthouse, or rather the Point of Ayr Lighthouse. Quite the sight in the watery, afternoon light. And spirits were lifted, quite gloriously.
Ships used to anchor off the sands, and rowing themselves to the beach, the crews used to walk up to their homes in Llanasa. Home.