A fragment of another book of the dark (video), made on Mynydd Llangyndeyrn.
There is something that I like very much about this one, it may be that what I like about it is that it is so deeply imperfect, to the point of awkward.
A bitter-sharp wind. My hands clumsy, numb fingers sticking out of fingerless gloves, feet stumbling as I was turning.
[To see the best of this video, it helps if you cut down the relflected light in your room].
sian barlow 