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Nature appreciation:Senescence “the state or process of ageing; old age.”A stroll with my camera along the tide line a f...
30/08/2026

Nature appreciation:

Senescence “the state or process of ageing; old age.”

A stroll with my camera along the tide line a few weeks ago. Jellies washing in at the end of their short lives. The sea making art of its load as the waves recede. Jellies, bubbles, feathers, litter collaged on the sand.
Soft light, slow heart, calm mind 💙

It’s that time in Pembrokeshire … The combination of warm(er) sea temperature, settled weather and luminous underwater l...
29/07/2026

It’s that time in Pembrokeshire …

The combination of warm(er) sea temperature, settled weather and luminous underwater light means it’s in-water photoshoot season 💙📷

Huge thanks to Charmaine Thomas 🧜🏻‍♀️for a magical session of creativity last week. Your water woman skills made this a joy to shoot.

These sessions are a shared practise of having fun but also a deep and flowing connection with each other and the sea.
Each shoot is exclusive and tailored to your skills and vision. Book for August & September NOW!!

Location Pembrokeshire only, and for these few months of the year when sea conditions align.

DM me for more info or check out my website www.louludd.com.

I’ll be sharing more images in the coming week so make sure to follow me 😉

“ Life is a tale of fervent love.”“Don’t forget to offer your sincerest gratitude for all the glory that waits for you t...
13/07/2026

“ Life is a tale of fervent love.”

“Don’t forget to offer your sincerest gratitude for all the glory that waits for you to turn your gaze toward it.” Sarah Blondin

Sometimes we need reminding that we get to choose what to focus on- the good or the bad, the positive or the negative, the joy or the sorrow, the happy or the sad.

The brain is mighty and often leads us down the path of fear and lack. But there is so much to love and celebrate in life, even in times of great distress.
Cherish the beauty of everyday life, it’s there waiting for you to be astonished 💙

Here I was rewarded by a close up view of a compass jellyfish. Those te****le ruffles are exquisite, don’t you think?

Life before the injuries …This is  on her birthday doing one of her favourite things. Since then we have both gathered k...
29/04/2026

Life before the injuries …

This is on her birthday doing one of her favourite things. Since then we have both gathered knee injuries from quite different activities. *Actually Libby has not long recovered from her first knee injury and has now injured the other knee 😑

We are both normally very active so neither of us are good at sitting still. But we’ve embraced knee rehab like it’s an Olympic sport.

And we are practicing mindfulness.

Ultimately each of us controls how we react to things. I try to focus on what I CAN do and not what I can’t, and realise that this too will pass.

Not easy but it helps enormously to accept, rather than fight, what is.

Anyway, here’s to more days in the future when we can scramble down to secluded coves with strong knees, to visit limpet friends and dip naked in the sea 🌊 💙🦵🏻🦵🏻

My husband became British champion at the weekend… Of breath holding. In this discipline of competitive freediving, the ...
13/03/2026

My husband became British champion at the weekend…

Of breath holding.

In this discipline of competitive freediving, the dive consists of holding one’s breath whilst lying static in a pool of water. His huge Viking lungs (he’s half Danish, he he) and strong mental game led to an astonishing PB of 7 minutes and 52 seconds, placing him 3rd in the UK of all time.

For almost 8 minutes he didn’t draw breath, relying on one great gasp, packed into the lungs. Not long after he immersed his face, the mammalian dive reflex would have kicked in, lowering his heart rate to conserve oxygen.

After that it was up to him- mind flowing into pleasant memories, repeated scanning of the body for tension, maintaining a stream of relaxing self-talk, and quietly ignoring the urge to breathe as CO2 levels in his blood started to build.

At around 4 minutes into the dive, his body tried to force him to breathe with powerful contractions of the diaphragm.

This is the most challenging part, to still the mind and relax through these convulsions until they subside.
For some this is a battlefront, will power against the physical body, but for Tom it was an opportunity to welcome the sensation, marvel at it and embrace it.

As seconds and minutes ticked by his buddy kept him informed of the time, and checked in on his welfare, “You ok Tom?” a lift of the index finger reassuring her he was still alert and coherent.
The result was a beautiful static dive of self trust and mastery of mind and body.

I honour his achievement with a visual celebration of our time underwater together, and this peculiar ability to hold his breath for a long old time 💙

Of Kinship and ConnectionI see seal, does seal see me?Am I gazed upon by seal? (What is the gaze of seal?) Does seal enj...
25/02/2026

Of Kinship and Connection

I see seal,
does seal see me?
Am I gazed upon by seal? (What is the gaze of seal?)

Does seal enjoy the swirl
of an ocean swell,
revel in its push and flow,
acknowledge the energy of a new day,
a warming sun,
the skim and soar of fulmar overhead on taut wings?

How does water, plant or ant crossing my page,
receive me?
As I breathe them, they breathe me.
By every atom we are kin.
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I wrote this poem on a Writing the Wild workshop with two summers ago.

She provided prompts as we strolled the Pembrokeshire coast path, then allowed our wild surroundings to guide the flow of creative words. Unpolished and of the moment, this is an excerpt from a few hours together.

📷 One grey seal, many faces. Photographed from the Pembrokeshire coast path.

“You sit quiet and resilient, with solitude and grace...” On a troubled day last summer, I was drawn to a particular bea...
28/01/2026

“You sit quiet and resilient, with solitude and grace...”

On a troubled day last summer, I was drawn to a particular beach—and to a particular limpet I’ve been visiting for years. Ancient, weathered, perfectly fitted to their home scar on the rock.

Sometimes our greatest teachers are the smallest, quietest ones.

Limpets weather every storm clamped to the same spot, slowly sculpting themselves to fit their chosen place, venturing out only in darkness to graze.

What can we learn from a creature that may have seen 20 winters in the same place? About resilience. About belonging. About the slow, meticulous work of making ourselves fit where we are.

⭐️New on my blog ⭐️ Field notes and photos from time spent among limpets. Link in bio 🔗

The crossingI’ve been getting flash backs … following  on their row across the Atlantic as part of the .toughest.row We ...
30/12/2025

The crossing

I’ve been getting flash backs … following on their row across the Atlantic as part of the .toughest.row
We often reflect on our three years as liveaboard sailors, in response to the question “Do you miss it? “ And in truth, it’s a hard question to answer.

There’s a lot of emotion wrapped up in those years.

But the toughest, most affecting part was our Atlantic crossing.

I wrote a two part piece about the crossing, published by in their blog The Broadcast. The opening passage goes like this:

“For some it’s a leisurely, joyous affair of escapism, with fair winds, minimal swell and a few windless days thrown in allowing a mid-Atlantic swim and endless wildlife spotting. For others it’s a wild and burly ride of mid-ocean surfing in howling winds, sleep deprivation and fearing for your life. We planned for the first scenario but got the second.

On November 22nd 2021 we set off from El Hierro in the Canary islands to sail across the Atlantic to the eastern Caribbean aboard our 35 foot sailboat home Noctiluca. Spanning 2,500 nautical miles we had calculated a passage time of around 3 to 4 weeks. Acknowledging the magnitude of such a journey we invited our good friend Sergio to help us crew. This would be our first trans-Atlantic crossing, and by far the longest passage any of us had undertaken. It would prove to be far more epic and challenging than we ever imagined or wished for. With a catalogue of serious breakages and relentlessly testing conditions it became a life experience that was at times harrowing and others utterly exhilarating.”

To read the rest click the link in bio.

Huge respect to the ladies of out there rowing as I type. I wish you courage and resilience for a safe passage to Antigua.
And Happy New Year all - may your 2026 be full of love and good times.

Rooks doing curious things.There’s a group of rooks that hang out at Whitesands beach near St David’s often scavenging d...
28/11/2025

Rooks doing curious things.

There’s a group of rooks that hang out at Whitesands beach near St David’s often scavenging dropped food from the car park and bins but also foraging in the fields.
On this day there were a group of 6-10 birds all searching the pebbles at the top of the beach and selecting pebbles of roughly the same size, then gulping them down into the crop or holding them in the beak and flying off with purpose.

Some went in the same direction but others flew off with purpose a few fields away.

After a short time they would return and repeat the same search, select and carry off behaviour. 
This went on for several hours and over a few days.

suggested caching behaviour triggered by the rocks looking like a familiar food item but I’m waiting to hear back from a rook expert to see what they think.

Let me know in the comments if you have seen a similar behaviour in corvids ⬇️

“To be naked in the sea, we become the naked sea.”On a memorable August afternoon, a simmering creative vision came to f...
07/11/2025

“To be naked in the sea, we become the naked sea.”

On a memorable August afternoon, a simmering creative vision came to fruition with two talented and cherished waterwomen. From this, my new fine art collection, Môr Noeth or Naked Sea, emerged.
This is my homage to Wales and its splendid sea. 🏴󠁧󠁢󠁷󠁬󠁳󠁿

Môr Noeth celebrates the power and beauty of the feminine in its most natural form. To be naked in the sea, we become the naked sea. It is an act of surrender that transforms and releases us from our anxieties and expectations.

Through immersion, our bodies are held weightless. We feel connected to every atom rippling outwards. We are the sea 🌊

These images are an invitation to reflect on who we are when all is stripped back. Time in nature and the ocean allows us to do this. That is its gift to us.

💙May we each find it in our hearts to guard the sea with the urgency of protecting a loved one.

✨The full collection is now LIVE on my website. Link here: https://www.louludd.com/client-projects/fine-art-collection%3A-m%C3%B4r-noeth

Limited edition prints available on request.

Heartfelt gratitude to my models 🧜🏻‍♀️ 🧜🏻‍♀️Jordan

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