Coast, Porth Dafarch, Anglesey

'I have always loved the the mountains and, however cruel they might be at times, I hope I have always painted them with affection; but, as a man of Anglesey, the sea, which can be seen from every parish on the island, has always been part of my life ... I am always conscious of the battle between the sea and the land as the waves continually beat against the rocks as if determined to destroy them. The conflict never ceases. The storms exhilarate me and I love to interpret their violence and the terrifying noise of the crashing waves; but I am also soothed by the beauty of a still evening when a warm sun rests gently on the placid water. One summer evening, not long after I arrived at Pwllfanogl, a friend came to visit with his small son aged five. As we stood at the water's edge, with gentle waves breaking at our feet, the little boy looked up at me, "What will happen to you here when you die?" he asked with a look of concern on his face. I knew I had to answer with a confidence that I did not possess. "Oh, it will be wonderful," I said. "I shall slip into the sea and be swept away by the water, and I shall be carried under the bridges and away to Penmon and the open sea. Oh, yes, it will be rather wonderful"' (see K. Williams, A Wider Sky, Llandysul, 1991, pp. 253-255).