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The Black Hill in winter |
We're to wander up the Olchon Valley, crest the ridge at The Garth and return along the spine of The Black Hill, reflecting for radio on the landscape and its inspiring qualitites: Bruce Chatwin's On The Black Hill, Francis Kilvert's Diaries, Raymond Williams' People of the Black Mountains and Owen Sheer's Resistance spring, somewhat prepared, to our lips.
I want to touch mine to the sax while we're up here, add a surprising note to the keening buzzard's, the high-up lark's and the raven's kraak.
But it's neither the time, the place or in the script.
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