A Visit to the Gower
On our visit we spent the afternoons and evenings with my grandmother, but got up early in the mornings to go for a good walk near to Cefn Bryn and a swim in the sea, which was very cold to say the least! Up in Penmaen where we parked our car, I took the photograph of the wild horses that live in the hills around this part of the coast. On our way back from our first swim we walked across Three-Cliffs Bay which has one of the most splendid views I’ve ever seen.
At dusk one evening, as we sat with my grandmother in the living room, enjoying cups of tea, I noticed a great number of crows gathering in a tree outside, hundreds of them all cooing and squawking. I was quite taken with the sound they were making, not a rough, unpleasant sound, but a sociable, contented sort of banter. I was able to capture a few shots of the birds bursting out from the tree and flying around the building.
The crows moving around the sky felt quite homely and reassuring in a way, and not as sinister as the image might seem. A few years ago I started reading a book called Corvus: A Life with Birds by Esther Woolfson, the story of her taking in a fledgling rook, and subsequently building a very special bond with the creature, as it became a part of the family. At the time I found it hard to get into (I think more to do with the fact that I'd just finished a hard-boiled John Steinbeck book and then struggled moving into such a different kind of style). My mother recently finished reading Corvus and highly recommended it to me as being a very beautiful book, so I think now after my crow experience I'll give it another bash. I still love Steinbeck.