walking this morning – and i was cutting across a coal spoil heap that is overgrown with woodland, right by the rugby pitch in the park, i ducked under some branches that were heavy with ivy, and suddenly realised that i had stepped into a listening chamber : it seemed to be a special morning […]
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 […]
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 […]
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