After a very cold night we wake to a crisp winter morning of frosted grass with the bright sun rising over the house tops. This is ‘day’s most sacred hour‘, full of the ‘innocence of a new born day‘.
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As always, spring seems slow in coming ‘up this way‘. We follow Edward Thomas as he goes west in search of ‘real’ spring in the Quantock hills, getting into ‘Romantic’ mood on the way.
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What is it that links landscape so closely with the human heart? We’re all aware of a ‘sense of place’ at times, but which is too deep for words.
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A Listening Heart 