Under the ground the stream is bubbling. Under the frozen snow, yes sometimes. But also under the ground itself. Under a layer of stone and spagnum. It’s dancing in the cracks and I can track it by ear, and by eye to the spot where it sneaks out in an watering can spurt. I am glad we stopped, even though the stream has to fight with the sound of wind in my waterproof and my ears hurt.
The Silence Experiment
Silent: Me and Ben
Site: Side of a hill on the road between Merthyr and Brecon
Surprises: Only when I turn to look at the road below do I hear the noise of the cars