A short video to share today.
Here is a short piece of sound clip from the Gwendraeth River from near to my house – very restful, very watery, as we have had nothing but rain for the last three weeks, unless you also count the snow …
A short audio recording from the beach at Amroth, Christmas day.
Tide coming up to meet the tiny stones, salt air in the nose, sea soft like a mirror, sun coming through the clouds low and gold, woman paddling an inflatable surf board with her greyhound.
Us sitting on a wall, drinking tea from separate flasks and eating mince pies from a box, talking about covid, about brothers and sisters and christmas, enjoying the order of things just as they were.
We had forgotten that the high tide covers the footpath along the rivers-edge. And so, after climbing down the steps just under Dylan Thomas’ writing-shed at Laugharne this afternoon, we sat down on the red rocks where the path was disappearing into the water.
As we sat, we talked about family, about fear, justice and forgiveness; and we listened to the waves and the estuary birds; and we watched the line of foam as it looped and curved past the rocks by our feet, the moving line of the sea water and the river water meeting. Then we climbed back up the steps and walked around, to rejoin our path.