The last of our Welsh landscapes
May 31, 2006
It's hard to envision vistas as fickle these, and even though it was still raining hard, Ed and I turned off the music to listen to the anodyne thumps of the raindrops, and revel in the natural rapture of the last of our Welsh landscapes.
As we were driving out of Welsh soil, we encountered some of the most impressive natural sceneries ever. Some were desolate and wistful, while others were luscious and vigorous. We crossed abandoned mining towns shadowed by the dark mountains of slate and machinery, green valleys serpented with still brooks and streams, and empty country roads running through forsaken fields of nothing, as bleak and wonderful as anything we'd seen before.