Lately, it has served again as an human habitation.

5 seconds sound clip from the The Snow Goose (1954) classic radio play.

You can hear this line at 00:01:58 in the radio play.

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- It is one of the last of the wild places of England.

- A low, far-reaching expanse of grass and reeds, and half-submerged meadowlands ending in the great saltings and mudflats and tidal pools near the restless sea.

- The marsh is desolate, utterly lonely, and made lonelier by the calls and cries of the wild fowl that make their homes in the saltings.

- Wild geese and the gulls, the teal, the wigeon, the red shanks and curlews that pick their ways through the tidal pools.

- Like a lonely sentinel in the emptiness, there stands the squat white ruin of an abandoned lighthouse, close by the mouth of the river Ailder.

- Lately, it has served again as an human habitation.

- It is the home of a man, a hunchback, but a man who creates great beauty, the painter Philip Rhayader.

- Just a touch more. Bring up the... Perhaps one more silhouette to carry you over from one to the other, like that. Yes, like that.

- Good lord, company. Who the devil can that be? First visitor in over two years... Wait a minute! Where's that rag?

- Well, good heavens. What have you got there, child? A goose?

- I found it, sir.

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