One of the high points of a recent visit to Ynys Mon was the spectacular sunrise over the Menai Straits. I love the early hours of the day when the world is still asleep and I was out in readiness with my camera just after 6am.
The scene that met me was surreal. The hotel at the waterside was still in darkness. The waves lapped gently against the jetty. Several small boats rested silently, silhouetted on the surface of the placid waters. The Snowdonian mountains lay shrouded in a light blanket of mist and were barely visible across the Straits. All was hushed and still, peace personified.
Over the next few minutes the sky took on a different personality as it began to awaken from its slumbers. The clouds became tinged with an orange-pink hue as the sun began to rise from behind the silent mountains. The panorama metamorphosed in just a few minutes as the earth emerged out of the darkness and into the light of a new day, alive with infinite possibilities. I watched, spellbound. Surely a magical, mystical moment in time.