After a cold, and very wet, walk in stabbing winter showers, the day had pulled in suddenly. We were tired, wet and looking forward to getting back to the car. As we walked back down the lane from the farm, the tungsten warmth of light shone like a welcome beacon from the windows of Rhoscolyn Church. As the wind whistled through the telegraph wires above and the drizzle continued to blur my lens, there was an immediate and powerful sense of security, comfort and happiness. The exterior and interior conditions were contrasting but perfectly symbiotic.
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