Tenby Night Harbour. Black+White.
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St Michael’s Island.Fishguard.
Part of the Pembrokeshire Coast.
Taken at late evening from
Strumble Head watching the sun
setting and giving a silhouette
all over the horizon. A captivating
mixture of colours including orange,
yellow,blue and black to compliment
the image.
Poppy Elegance.
These Poppies are from a field in Lydstep,Tenby,Pembrokeshire,Wales.
A Very unusual sight to see.
A Poppy is a Symbol of Remembrance,
Commemorating those who are no
longer with us.
In 2011 Armistice Day Fell at
11am on the 11th day of the
11th Month of the 11th Year.
To mark the once in a lifetime
date, The British Legion planted
cardboard Poppies in an 11-11-11, 11 Formation at Lydiard Park, Royal Wootton Bassett.
Tenby Harbour. Reflection Boats.
Tenby offer’s everything for a
family holiday.
It has endless beaches with a Blue
Flag Award which gives you a
piece of mind when the children
are playing in the sea and sand.
It has a variety of pubs,restaurants,
small quirky Cafe’s and clubs.
There are Museums and Castles all
within walking distance .
For those that would like to explore
by foot, You are right on the World’s
Best Pembrokeshire Coastal Path, which
will lead you to endless Beauty and Coastal Caves.
A Poppy Field in Pembrokeshire.Wales.
A Poppy has many meanings:
A Very Special Poem:
“ In Flanders Fields” (John McCrae).
In Flanders Fields the Poppies blow
Between the Crosses, row on row,
That mark our place; and in the sky
The larks, still bravely singing, fly
Scarce heard amid the gems below.
We are the Dead. Short days ago
We lived, Felt dawn, Saw sunset glow,
Loved and were loved, and now we lie.
In Flanders Fields.
Take up our Quarrel with the foe:
To you from failing hands we throw
The torch; be yours to hold it high.
If ye break faith with us who die
We shall not sleep, through poppies grow
In Flanders Fields.