south east Wales because of the many major roads through it, no dogs barking! Just the sound of the wind ,the running water and a sky brimmed full of lark song ; peaceful bliss!
Several pairs of wheatears too, back for the summer to nest in the many rocky places along the river.
( lines from) The River-Thomas Aird.
Infant of the weeping hills,
Nursling of the springs and rills,
Growing River, flowing ever,
Wimpling,dimpling, staying never,-
Lisping, gurgling, ever going,
Lipping, slipping, ever flowing,
Toying round the polished stone,
Kiss the sedge and journey on.
Here's a creek where bubbles come,
Whirling make your ball of foam.
There's a nook so deep and cool,
Sleep into a glassy pool.
Narrowing green against the bank,
Where the alders grow in rank,-
Fret, in rough shingly shallows wide,
Thence away, aye away,
Bickering down the sunny day,
In the sea in yonder West,
Lose yourself and be at rest......