Life in north east England (yes, we've moved!) with an eccentric Welshman and a small white dog that thinks he's a Rottweiler.
The Sound of Silence
Our last stop during our meanderings yesterday was outside a little place called Nebo, quite close to Llanrwst. It's part of the Snowdonia National Park and we stopped to take more photos of the snow covered hills and to say hello to the sheep, as we last stopped there in February and we were sure they would remember us. Suffice it to say that their welcome was muted, to say the least. As we stood there looking down into the valley, there was not a single non-nature sound - no distant traffic noises, no-one going past, not even a breath of wind. Everything was so still and calm, we could hear the sheep cropping the grass - and then a crow flew overhead and we could hear the sound of its wings beating. As Keith remarked, the silence was deafening.
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3 comments:
eerrr jen...yer gone all green on me!!!
Variety is the spice of life, Michelle! lol
I'm so jealous. I love nature. I don't get much of a chance to get out in to it.
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