Horses and Men defeated

I am afraid for a variety of reasons my Lent went splat. I will blog about it one day.

I have had more time that I might have expected to on my own. The noisy silence of the early mornings have captivated me. It has helped that at 11 years old, my capable canine companion, Pippin is happy to linger a while to smell and leave wee-mail.

I have listened to the spray of the rain under gently moving tyres

the gentle call of a bird

the stillness of a feline hunter

the jump of the pheasant

the wind chimes in the middle of the sheep field at Trearddur (you will need to visit to know that this is not an illusion)

the dance of the static on the topic of telegraph polls

geese taking off and the noise of the water swishing at they escape its embrace

the noise of fog horn

crash of wave

cry of an infant

It is a noisy silence… and in the noise I have found a rhythym and pace to begin Lent all over again.