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| The hens are all sat in the sun on the other side of the patch of nettles( middle of photo) |
He gets them from time to time, and the only thing he can really do to get rid of one is to go to bed.
Subsequently the cottage is quiet and rather still, which is blissful as all that afternoon shit from tv ( the sort of stuff that Chris uses to wind down with over a mooching sort of weekend) has been switched off.
The weather is kinder today, though not warm, and as the invalid sleeps, I have bathed two dogs who have been rolling in chicken shit, cleaned windows, weeded "Bosoms" and cut the lawn.
Now I am sat at the cottage window listening to the sound of Trelawnyd at it's best.
There is the distant and forgettable hum of a jet circling towards Liverpool airport and the occasional sound of a car on the main road, but for the most part all I can hear is the wind in the Graveyard trees and the cluck of the hens as they fight for the most favourable and sunny spot out of the cool breeze.
Across the valley at Marian Mawr ( a farm) I can make out the buzz of trial bikes scrambling through the fields, but because of the wind, the sound is ebbing and flowing, so it is almost as though I am listening to bees around a bee hive.
The sound is not irritating at all, and for the most part is masked by the rustle of a million leaves
Serren, the welsh Terrier puppy from down the lane barks sharply at something or nothing and from the kitchen Albert farts gently as he walks though the door, he has been eating rabbit again, they always seem to give him flatulence.
Quiet in the country?
Not a chance................
Best wishes to Chris, I have just got rid of a 2 day migraine - it's a ****** when you get one, there is no escape.
ReplyDeleteI worry if all goes silent, it just isn't normal in the countryside.
I can feel/hear this 'scene' John! Good that it is quiet, mostly, so Chris can sleep.
ReplyDeleteI used to get those (eye migraines where vision is blurred for a while) and I had to 'go to bed' for a bit.
They stopped when I started to take a Beta-blocker(doctor recommended)...knock wood.
Hope Chris feels better soon. I find an ice pack on my neck to help me through these.
ReplyDeleteThe way you described the setting is so marvelous. I was there with you...except when you were doing all that work.
Noise is the chatter of people and the sound of traffic to me, while the sounds of Nature are those of quiet. I think it is the one thing I enjoy most about living alone - the lack of chatter.
ReplyDeleteIt looks very calm through your window.... And I'm pleased to see that we have the exact same zappers.
ReplyDeleteI do hope Chris feels better soon. I am sat hear listening to next doors chickens & quails. The birds in the field & the goldfinches quarreling at the feeder. A teenager banging around in his room as he is packing for his d&e expedition & the sound of a saucepan about to boil over Must dash.
ReplyDeleteYou captured so many summer Sunday afternoons. Hope the phone doesn't ring.
ReplyDeleteIn my experience, those migraines get a lot better and less frequent after the menopause - but that's not going to be much comfort to Chris! Hope he's better soon.
ReplyDeleteIt is amazing how many city people would miss those sounds. I do so feel for Chris, as I have been cursed with Migraines since my 20's ... nasty.
ReplyDeleteI love the way you describe everything. You have such a wonderful way with words.
ReplyDeleteYou would like it here......
ReplyDeleteWhat a lovely view out the window! That is the kind of peaceful noise I like as well.
ReplyDeleteMy favorite kind of days that remind me that 'peace' isn't always quiet.
ReplyDeleteI hope your Sunday has continued to be an enjoyable one!
But you make it sound so...wonderfully charming. And I COVET that phone in the photo.
ReplyDeleteYou fail to mention your own flatulence, I notice.
ReplyDeletenot musical until the wee small hours thomas!
ReplyDeleteCountry life has it's own set of sounds, peaceful sounds, and my own life pretty much mirrors yours, except for the occasional revving of car engines down the street, or baby crying over the fence. Most of the rest of the day, the noisiest thing I hear, here, is my three roosters fighting for King of the Coop. I love the quiet.Hope Chris feels better soon.
ReplyDeleteSounds like a wonderful orchestra...
ReplyDeleteI was just enjoying that blissful afternoon in the country.....until I got to the last paragraph! You boys and your toilet humour!
ReplyDeleteD'you know, I was just at the optician's on Monday, telling her about my symptoms and she said that I had had a 'visual migraine', something from which I've never suffered before. Apparently, they're not serious unless you get them in just one eye?Or is it the other way around?I think mine is being brought on by my youngest boy's impending nuptials in less than two weeks. Stress? You don't want to know! Have a great (quiet) week, my friend.Hope your man recovers well.
thank you banana!
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Lovely description. I may have already mentioned it to you, but has Chris tried 'Maxalt' or 'Rizamelt'? - the triptans can be very helpful for classical migraines. My life has been so much better since I was prescribed them.
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Hope Chris feels better soon. ♥
ReplyDeleteI have suffered from migraines since I was a teenager. I get an Imitrex injection and that wipes most of them out in about 15 minutes.
ReplyDeleteI enjoyed your very observant post.
"Albert farts gently as he walks though the door, he has been eating rabbit again, they always seem to give him flatulence."
ReplyDeleteI do hope Albert is an animal and not the vicar popping round for a sherry!
What a lovely blog! You have a way with words John!
ReplyDeleteWhat a lovely description, but I cracked out laughing at Albert's flatulence, and I still find it hard to believe that cat's do that or that you would be able to hear it!
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