Sunday, 15 January 2012

Noise

Sunday mornings in the country are not always peaceful. This is especially true in winter when the sounds of bird shoots echo constantly around the circle of hills that surround the village, giving one the sense of being a mile or two from the "front line" so to speak.
It has been like that this morning.
The village Church Bell strikes up at ten minutes to eleven and does not stop until the Rector arrives.........Robert is sometimes a little late, so the monotone "DING" of the bell can go on just a little, and it often sets the lurcher howling from the corner house which can be somewhat tiring.
I am on night shift tonight, so have retired to bed for a few hours. It is a necessary luxury as I will not have any sleep until tomorrow night now, and it is a luxury that I rather enjoy.....
Its just me in the bed.....no one else is allowed......the sheets are cool and the room is dark and even though I can still hear the occasional shriek of the geese as they bicker, the pillow over my head cushions most of the Sunday Morning soundtrack........
Sweet Dreams x

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  1. Night-night John (or day-day, I don't know how your body clock works...)

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  2. Night, night sleep tight
    Mind the geese don't bite. x

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  3. Bangs here too! Brilliant sunshine on a Sunday = French hunters are out....

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  4. I have a country club less than a mile from me. On Sunday afternoons when it's too cold or wet to golf, the club offers skeet shooting. It doesn't much bother me; I hardly even notice it. But my neighbors have said they're going to write to the club to ask them to knock it off. Geez...

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  5. Hope you're having a good day's sleep, John. It's uncanny, as soon as I try to shut an eye in the afternoon (hasn't happened for ages) then the monkeys bound across the roof, the squirrels start a fight in the ceiling above my room and somewhere a door will rattle in the wind. Have a great weekend. Jo

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  6. A thousand baying hounds this morning, but no sound of shots....they must have had a bad day.

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  7. Clays being shot in the distance, along with the hum of the M25.

    Next door are having a barbecue, Howard is using his new vacuum cleaner as the washing machine spins.

    I have Fleet Foxes on full blast, so I don't care.

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  8. I'll pray to the Gods of Silence for you.

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  9. Hope you get a refreshing sleep, John.

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  10. Sounds to me as though you are going back to work too soon after your recent illness - take great care John.

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  11. Reminiscent of 'Wurthering Heights' if you ask me......barren, a little lonely and the wind howling. Pleasant dreams John.

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  12. The mornings around here are not always peaceful either. Generally the goats and dogs are reminding me it's time to get up and feed them. I mean after all...it is the crack of dawn. Hope you sleep well.
    Connie

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  13. I agree with Pat, sounds like you might be going back to work too soon after your gastric tsunami.

    Take it easy.

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  14. Sweet dreams dear John. May your shift be uneventful and fly by fast.

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  15. Same as Weaver and Sas. John look after yourself

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  16. I hope you had very sweet dreams; I assume you're up and around again by now. I love the road signs. I'm fascinated by the muddle of vowels and consonants and wonder if anyone can actually pronounce those names.

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  17. Banging here too. I choose to think it's the devices the vineyards use to scare the birds away (even though all the harvesting is finished). Probably hunters.
    Don't know how you do this day-night-day thing John...my body would revolt.

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  18. I've come across places called Bedlam in the deepest countryside - now I know why. Hope you managed some shut-eye.

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  19. Sweet dreams John! Rest well!

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  20. Even the sounds of silence can be unnerving.

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  21. 'Night, Johnboy!

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  22. Sweet Jaysus, can I ever relate to this! Gunshot, ATV's - oh, how I love country living!!!

    I'll take the geese honking noisily landing on the pond anytime!

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  23. Ten years of night shift finally behind me and there was no better feeling than getting in that bed in the am. Going to bed at night with my husband makes him hapy but still feels mighty weird to me. I am a night chick thru and thru

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  24. The bird shooting was part of my recent English experience. Very disconcerting in our little neck of Vale of White Horse, during the lead-up to Christmas.

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