ABERSOCH HARBOUR
In the harbour area Abersoch.
Boat named Darkstar.
Arriving in Abersoch on the Pwllheli road your eyes are inevitably drawn left as you approach the harbour. You can’t help it, it’s just what happens, what has always happened. What you are experiencing is the magnetic pull on your sight and senses of the vividly coloured jumble of buoys – pink buoys, bright yellows buoys and white buoys piled seemingly randomly on top of each other – lighting up the yard at Abersoch Moorings.
ABERSOCH HARBOUR
In the harbour area Abersoch.
Boat named Darkstar.
Arriving in Abersoch on the Pwllheli road your eyes are inevitably drawn left as you approach the harbour. You can’t help it, it’s just what happens, what has always happened. What you are experiencing is the magnetic pull on your sight and senses of the vividly coloured jumble of buoys – pink buoys, bright yellows buoys and white buoys piled seemingly randomly on top of each other – lighting up the yard at Abersoch Moorings.