Following my escapades in the ancient Lawrenny Woodlands I had a year to go before my Final Degree Show Module and had no plans to visit the Submerged Forest until then. However, fate played a hand and, following the horrendous storms of early 2014, my tutors suggested I went up to Borth and took some pictures. Thankfully I treated it like a proper shoot and prepared all my gear , especially our exciting, newly acquired camper van which we had bought for photography trips. I also checked that we should be there at Spring Tides when the majority of the forest would be exposed for the longest time.
It was the end of February and we arrived to find a grey day! Folks were wandering through the newly exposed tree remains but there was nothing new to what I had seen before.
I had permission for us to stay in the car park and we settled in to await the following day, knowing it would bring a lower Spring Tide and hoping for better light.We awoke late, at 9am and could hear the wind and sea but thought little of it, as the storms were well over. It was high tide and John was having fun with his GoPro taking pictures of the waves cascading over the sea wall whilst I was making breakfast. Little did I know that there had been another storm building through the night and we were in the midst of it. Suddenly John was at the driver’s door. A huge wave had breached the sea defenses and created a small, but very intimidating, tsunami type flood which was heading straight towards us. He quickly disconnected our lovely new generator and removed it to high ground, then, as only those of you who have a small camper van can envisage, with both front seats facing the wrong way round, he managed to start the engine and by standing on the running board and steering with one hand, he moved us to the higher ground.
Safely out of harms way we drove into Borth to find that once again the town had been ravaged by the sea. Only one brave student seemed to be enjoying the spectacle. We snuck away, wondering how on earth the residents must be coping. We drove inland, shared a sandwich with a cute squirrel, and looked for somewhere else to stay that night.
We were hoping that the storm might have disturbed the sands further and returned towards low tide . Even though we’d never seen any exposed tree remains at that end of the beach, we couldn’t resist revisiting ‘our’ car park at Ynyslas. We got out to take a peak over the sea wall. Where previously all we could see was sand, a deep trench had been scoured out by the sea , exposing some new tree remains. As the day progressed and John helped me set up and take my pictures, a couple approached us to watch what we were doing. They said they had been walking the beach for fifty years and had never seen those trees exposed before.
These are the trees which were exposed after that secondary storm. As each of our four day shoot progressed, the sands gradually covered them back over again. As we departed for home on the fifth day they could hardly be seen.