Listening beneath the bog.
I have spent a few visits sitting quietly with the moss. Training myself to listen and allowing myself to imagine the unseen landscape beneath the bog.

When the sky is grey there is a softness.

On still days everything whispers

On windy days everything maps the energy of the wind.

Broken patterns of light and movement.

Spring is bringing new layers to my understanding.

A simple walk and conversation with Anna Keightley led us to a small pool just off the main mossland area.  Anna wondered if its more sheltered location would reveal some signs of activity using the hydrophones.

She was right, the pool was full of Toads gathering to spawn.  Their chatter was fascinating. Listening below the water you could recognise distinct sounds, clicks and squeaks.