Hint: There’s an embedded music clip at the bottom of this post. You could always hit play and then scroll up to start from the beginning, if you want some real ambiance! ;}
Today, I slept in.
I didn’t do it on purpose, but I forgot to charge my phone’s battery and, ha ha, as I stepped out into the hallway headed for the bathroom, thinking it was seven or eight and plenty of time until the 9:30 breakfast, Maxine was coming up the stairs to see if I wanted to wake up to eat. Oops!
While I ate, I was already humming. I had some dream about a singer, someone with an incredibly dynamic and flexible voice, someone very impressive… and it had me absentmindedly thinking of my competition pieces all morning. It’s a good sign, I think, that after a week of ignoring that music I’m thinking about it effortlessly again. The Friday before I left for Wales, I was definitely a bit fried on these two songs and I knew I needed to get away from them awhile. But now, they feel very good; very strong.
Maxine had assured me that a) there was no problem with me rehearsing in my room and b) yes, she would let me know if for some reason I needed to change the times I rehearsed, or do it more quietly. She was very dubious that the latter would be a problem, expecting that anyone staying here this week for the Eisteddfod would quite enjoy my loud-mouthed rehearsing. Thus reassured, I warmed up and wailed. It was awesome.
Then I went running.
This part was really glorious.
Make absolutely sure to click on the panoramics — and then “all sizes” so that you can see the largest version of each. The countryside was simply amazing.
The churchyard was perfectly quiet.
I saw stones marked Lewis and Davies and Jenkins — but of course there are scads of them here, each one a possible relation from up the line.
And when the footpath spat me out back into town, I found that I was on the road towards Llangattock that I had run on Tuesday morning, right where I’d seen the robed woman watering flowers from out her window.
So back into Wonderland I went!
And so I ran back to my room, and I showered myself off, and I howled happily in the shower — my songs, I mean — and by the time I got back fresh and clean to my room I just couldn’t stop. So the song I mentioned the other day — My Little Welsh Home — is here, sans accompaniment, for you.
My Little Welsh Home, sung by MeganElizabethMorris
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