Spring in Mid Wales
Spring in mid wales
This month’s blog is written by Elle Adams, our senior Events and Marketing Co-ordinator
I have lived in Mid Wales since I was 9 years old and Spring has always had a way of surprising me with the energetic nature of its arrival. I will forever associate this time of year with the extremely loud bleating of lambs. Having grown up on the outskirts of Rhayader, a small town on the edge of the Elan Valley with a high concentration of sheep and cattle farms, I find myself inadvertently knowledgeable in this field.
My childhood bedroom was adjacent to a large (and well stocked) sheep field. The relative shuffling, baa-ing and crunching of my adult, fluffy neighbours quickly fell onto deaf ears. Like most things in life, you grow used to your surroundings, and noises that at first offered themselves onto unsuspecting ears, over time become simple background noise. Spring time, however, has always managed to assail itself onto my ears with the astounding noise of small, adorable but nonetheless invariably noisy, lambs.
These small creatures should not be taken lightly and by no means underestimated. Their cry hugely out weighs their size and always has a way of finding its way through the small cracks of my windows and childhood memories alike.
I have found myself, many times, pondering the reason behind such a phenomenon. No doubt, these little babies are well adapted in their young age to use their bleat as a honing device for their mothers, a way of instantly marking their position in a field of equally noisey companions. Their aim therefore, is well meaning and stems from a need to stay safe and close to their mothers.
I urge you however, to lie in an otherwise quiet part of the countryside at this time of the year and you will be astounded at the level of volume this small creatures can produce.
I must add, this sound does not irritate me, as much as it did when I was an adolescent, Nirvana infused teenager, who’s levels of annoyance and irritability were always at a steady level of just below overspill. The sound now, shrill and sudden, to me embodies the vitality Spring in Mid Wales has in its arrival. Such a sound is so new and timely in its essence, so fresh sounding, that it cannot belong to any other time of year.
A sharp, clean, green shoot thrusts its way out through the damp soil, whilst a clean, clear blossom petal bursts from its tightly impacted bud, as (perpetually) the sharp, shrill bleat of a tiny white lamb rings clearly across the field next to my bedroom.
Spring is here!