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Last time we didn't go to Dunadd. This time I did and there is an ambient sound emerging from the ground and the rocks. As you pass through the entrance enfilade sheets of coreten are inserted amongst the rocks. Emanating from the steel is the sound of history? Ambient, abstract, geological, incomprehensible? Coming through the enfilade the sound is immediate. On the top of the hill the sound envelopes you more subtly, more part of the landscape, part of the view. |
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