Sunday, 28 May 2017

amidst mist, 28/May/17

pre-p.s. ..... ..... health warning: slightly longer daily bloggery than usual, large mug of tea or coffee recommended.........
 
sea mist always reminds me of islands…….. on particular one…… Bardsey Island, or Ynys Enlli in Welsh….. a lump of rock roughly half a mile wide and one and half miles long north to south…….  tiny though it even has a tinier one, Carreg yr Honwy, just off its shores but far too small to live on unless you’re a cormorant………. Enlli is anchored itself within a very long stones throw from the Lleyn Peninsula, part of an even bigger island collectively called the the British Isles but more specifically Wales/ Cymru…… forever sailing to shore and never quite reaching it…….

..... I live on an island… Anglesey/ Ynys Môn... though some don't see it as such, and others sometimes don't even realise they are here when they are...... there's nowt so strange as folk........ approximately 19 miles from side to side all directions square'ishly tilted when viewed on a map.... unlike Enlli it's not castaway upon itself left to fend to its own Robinson Crusoe devices but securely held fast to the mainland by two sturdy bridges spanning a wriggly strait......

..... local legend has it that if they were ever cut, collapsed or lost in some other way then the entire island would simply float away never to be seen again....... true or false?........ well........ ..... ..... considering the prevailing wind of current politics here right now it may well be a damn good idea........

..... Anglesey also maintains a finger-hold on its own small island, Holy Island/ Ynys Gybi to which Anglesey becomes the mainland..... as if one small bridge isn't enough it's kept securely tethered by a substantial causeway....... but not to be outdone, Holy Island also has its own even smaller island slung from its north-western tip, South Stack, tentatively hanging there with a mere footbridge spanning the kind of cliffs that put vertical into vertical.......... 

..... and....

...... an even tinier one resides a mile or two more and beyond the span of any bridge called The Skerries and like Enlli keeps a diffident distance from its 'main'land of Ynys Gybi along with a number of mice and a puffin..... mice and puffins?......... the endearingly-named other blobs of geology dotting the continental shelf just offshore between the land and the deeper blue deep and far to far a distance for any bridge to bridge.......

.... this the island is land off many different mainlands, some talk to each other, some don't, some preferring their tickling distance to others, while some preferring their varied splendids of isolation, each getting smaller than the last like a strewn Russian doll.......

.... is any of this making any sense at all?........ or are you as amidst the mist as I am......?.......

© robert greig 2017

1 comment:

Martin Kloess said...

I'm still here, but San Francisco is overcast.