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4th June 2014

Day Two: A Room with a View (Or Just a View) @ 07:23

This is the view

In the wooly wilds of North Wales, there is a place dear to me. A peaceful place. A place where magic awaits. A serene place where the only loud noise is the occasional jet fighter from Valley flying over head or the farmer making bales of hay.

This place is nearly  unpronounceable at a campsite at the base of the large mountain. I won't tell you where it is exactly, but regular readers will know. I don't want the area spoilt by coach loads of people seeking peace and serenity.

Lovely isn't it?

This is the spot. Miles from anywhere. Peaceful. Quiet. No people to bother you.

In my minds eye it is always this glorious too. Skies as blue as language in a working mans club. Grass as green as my old Hyundai Coupe. A climate as warm as toast. Beautiful. Quiet.

Why this particular view? Well during the day the sea looks so calm and serene there. Sometimes, if you're lucky, you may witness the clouds rolling in off the sea like something from an eerie movie. Shrouding everything yet still allowing parts of the landscape to peek out like cheeky little kittens.

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But I know. I know from bitter personal experience. This place can be cold, wet and stormy. But it doesn't stop me from remembering it as a warm welcoming place.

It is no wonder that this area is steeped in mythology and wonder. This is where Arthur had his Camelot. Nothing to do with Glastonbury or Cornwall. This is the land of the dragon. Where the isle of Avalon lies over the treacherous waters. Where few come. Where fewer remain.

Those that do, and stay the night, are treated to a display of stars bright. Of distant light from the Pembrokeshire coast cast from lighthouses across the bay. Shooting stars, dolphins basking in the light of the setting sun. All this. With naught but peace and quiet.

It is where I want to be scattered should I be cremated. It is where I would like to spend my last waking moments on the Earth.

No mobile phone signal. Nothing. Just peace and quiet.

Badger in Wales

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This post originally appeared on the Compostual Existentialist on Wordpress as part of the Wordpress U Writing 101 scheme.

Other posts made this week on Stegzy’s Music Project

 
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From:fox_bard
Date:4th June 2014 12:32 (UTC)
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I want to go one day.
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From:lotusmoppet
Date:9th June 2014 01:21 (UTC)
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GORGEOUS view!

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