Imagine a valley that lives beneath an ocean of air. On the floor of this ocean the air sparkles with green summer light. Senses are confused by the wealth of life. The air smells of sunshine on bracken, and a rich taste of honeysuckle scent that twists beneath the curled fern fronds. The air is thick with birdsong. Time lingers in echoes, on bone bleached lichen dappled rocks, held in stone circles, so ancient. Between the notes of birdsong even the stones sing.
At one end of the valley, the sea. Waves pull on the sand drawing patterns with a restless hand. Lazy waves n a glassy tumble and above the sea a bright white gannet hunting bright sliver darlings. Beneath the rocks sea caves smell of the salt sea.