On a beautiful summer’s day I climbed the conical hill at Mwnt, finding myself a spot to sit and stare out over Cardigan Bay, which is an inlet of the Irish Sea. Living in Manchester, over thirty miles from the nearest coast, it’s only when I come to places like this that I get a sense of living on an island.
In a land-locked city of concrete and glass it is easy to forget.
Taking in the blue horizon, some lines from a poem of mine came to mind which underlined this ‘remembering’ of my island roots.
Here it is in its entirety:
Sea View There is a mutual exchange, the boats on the horizon pass each other miles apart but appear much closer together. A white-thimble lighthouse provides scale and contrast to the pelagic braid, while salty notes, redolent of summers past, climb to this terracotta tiled balcony, where we are reminded that we live on an island, perched precariously on the rim of our outer edge, looking out to sea. ©Andrew James Murray