A car beeps its horn twice. Strange how the first sounds angry and the second sounds cheerful though it’s the same tone from the same car. It’s not long before the brief climb up the start of the path leaves the urban sounds of Blaenau Ffestiniog behind and I’m left with the deafening sounds of the breeze blowing through the grasses along the edge of the Llyn and the annoyed tweet of the birds startled from their resting places. It’s hard to believe less than twenty-four hours earlier the whole area had been battered by Storm Hannah. The environment recovers so well. Before long my the horizon is broken by the shell of a building built entirely of slate. Not surprising as there is an abundance of the material piled high all around. The ‘slag piles’, would today be classed as an ecological disaster yet today they’re part of the scenery as they’ve been there before our perspectives and policies changed. The building, probably some form of a warehouse, still tries defiantly to with
My running notes and thoughts which pop into my head whilst I run