The bright spell of sunshine a few days ago didn`t last long - by lunchtime the next day we were back to the same northwesterly air stream as before - cold, damp, windless, stale - and the hordes of minature flying beasties love it.
Out and about on my bike this evening, and I ended up on Barclodiod y Gawres.
Grey sky, grey sea - but the sea still had a sort of luminosity about it, and even the rocks off Rhosneigr were looking good against the sea, with a rather grey Holyhead Mountain as a backdrop.
As usual, Ynysoedd Gwylanod was standing out nicely.