In the remote Welsh countryside of the 1970s, an English couple arrives to record a new album, seeking inspiration in the isolation. The husband, a sound engineer, captures the natural ambience—birdsong, dripping rain—but soon detects something more unsettling: a low, persistent hum that seems to emanate from the land itself.
Their retreat takes a strange turn when they encounter a wild, smudged-faced local child, whose age is impossible to guess. The child speaks of ancient fairy folk and shows them a rabbit trap, where captured animals become eerie offerings. As the child weaves into their lives, the couple’s own unspoken grief and tensions begin to surface, their reality shifting in subtle, uncanny ways.
The film immerses viewers in the period’s aesthetic—thick woolens, analog recording gear, and pervasive gloom—while leaning into an earthy, atmospheric dread. Though the narrative’s initial clarity eventually blurs into mood and suggestion, the child’s performance remains chillingly memorable, lending the story an unsettling, almost mythic power.
Set against a backdrop of folk music and rural isolation, this is a tale where the landscape itself seems to listen, and where old legends press insistently into the present.