Sheep and Wales

A couple of years ago, I went to visit a friend in Wales, in Swansea. Another city bu the sea. I seem to be attracted by the sea. 

Unfortunately, despite the fact that it was spring, the weather was ghastly. Not a ray of sun could pierce the thick clouds that were overrunning the sky that day. As you will see on these photos, a very thick fog was also here to dampen our spirits.

We went to visit a small town on the seaside and we were welcomed by this thick fog that prevented us for seeing anything further away than our feet. On the cliffs, you could see sheep scattered all over the wet, damp grass. Some of those sheep were dangerously close to the edge but none of them seemed to fall on the beach.

As you can see here as well, the seemed undisturbed by either the weather or the closeness of the cliff's edge.

These two photos show the village we went to. It's only composed of a pub, a little museum and a few houses. As you can see the visibility was not very clear but it gives the scene a sort of gloomy and uncanny atmosphere. The scene seems to stem from a novel written by one of the Bronte sisters.