I live on a farm high up in the hills. From the kitchen window you can see the Loughor river meandering its way to the sea. Outside the back door is a stream which flows into the river. Sometimes it is quiet but if it rains it becomes a torrent. And quite noisy too.
where I didn't just love stopping for what would seem like hours watching the waters flow by streams and rivers.
Slow or fast regardless of season, I find it most relaxing just sat there as I unburden whatever may of been on my mind just hours before.
The sound of the waters flowing over rocks and falling from a ledge the sound of splashing is so soothing.
The sight of fish enjoying their play time hitting the surface and then swooshing their tails as the go back in. The dragon flies that hover over the waters looking at...