The sun has finally emerged from the wintery clouds, stretching golden fingers across the icy fields. Though the wind is bitter still, the earth is springing to life beneath our feet. If you pause, hold very still and open your senses, it is possible to hear the sap rising, the land quickening. I can hear it in the birdsong, I can smell the spring as I walk across the hill towards the ancient settlement at Kestor. These 'roundy pounds' are the remains of ancient roundhouses, a lasting reminder of our ancestors who lived on these granite hills 2000 years ago. There are at least a dozen hut circles across this hillside. We sit on a rock overlooking the valley, and the weight of human history is overwhelming. How many people have been born and died here? Have lived, and loved, and laughed and grieved, and struggled to survive in this harsh beauty?
And this is what I am listening to as I work at the moment - I had to show you! Polly Scattergood is brilliant, (although possibly an acquired taste - you can hear the influences of Bjork, Tori Amos and Joanna Newsome in her songs)
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