I love silence but staying with relatives last week and having a couple of early nights as the adults finished the wine reminded me of childhood sounds I loved......
Being tucked up in bed and hearing the muffled sound of the adults talking and the mumble of the TV......distant and quiet......
A weekend lie in with a book and hearing Mr Nextdoor with his old push lawnmower....
Sitting in a hayfield on a hot day listening to grasshoppers that I could never catch....
This evening I had a meal in a pub garden in town to the sound of......the visiting man at the next table who needed everyone to know about his tour of Europe.....the fans from the kitchen and the traffic beeping and revving up......mobile phones and the football on the 23 or so televisions inside.....nice meal.....but noisy.....
The wind sighing through the trees. Owls hooting, wee beasties rustling through the undergrowth, birds singing, church bells ringing on Sunday mornings.
Sounds of local kids (including me) laughing and shouting during Summer outdoor games. Hiss of pressure cooker in kitchen on a Sunday as parents cooked dinner (it was always great, thanks Mum and Dad).
tonyav
/// The sound of the letterbox snapping shut as the paperboy posted my Beano on a Saturday morning. ///
Didn't they come on a Tuesday morning because I remember Mum hiding them under the hall door mat, so that I wouldn't read them at the table when I came home for school for lunch.
We had a cuckoo clock when I was little and I loved hearing that when I was in bed, also a foghorn out in the channel on bad nights, made me feel safe and warm in bed.