HIRAETH (n) a homesickness for a home you can’t return to, or that never was.
The nostalgia of times gone by. I found this month difficult because my instant thought was to document Weymouth in Dorset, the town I grew up in but I can’t just pop back whenever nostalgia strikes. In a way that makes is that little bit more special when I do go back for a brief visit. I am lucky that I can revisit places that make up beautiful memories, others don’t have that option.
Home is now Barcelona and in an attempt of finding beautiful local places we took a one day expedition to Tavertet which has a truly interesting story that fits in with this month’s theme. Tavertet is a village that sits at the top of an amazing canyon. Below, inside the canyon is the village of Sant Romá de Sau. But it’s a village you can no longer visit because progress literally swallowed it up in 1962 and it rests at the bottom of a reservoir. The only evidence is the tip of the church steeple that peeps out of the water and thankfully this year you can only see the very tip as there is a good water reserve.
Under the water sits the whole village, a beautiful church, a Romanesque bridge and all the cobbled streets. During seasons of draught the village emerges as a reminder of what once was.
Next time we visit we will plan to go down to the actual reservoir and rent a kayak and make our way to the church as this time we just stayed at the top to admire the amazing view.
This post is part of the Ineffable Wanderlust Blog Circle where each month a group of photographers takes a word and puts pictures to it. I love seeing how each of us reads the word and shares their beautiful images.
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